Snippet #2547096

Fae watched as the sun dipped behind the horizon, shadows cast across her face. She had never felt safer in the canter hold than she did when Heath was by. Both warmth and confusion filled her heart. She wanted to ask more questions, wanted to know more of his kingdom. Her fingers played with the necklace at the base of her neck as she sat at the edge of a fountain, one leg bent and under her other leg - a very unladylike fashion, especially in her dress, but she paid no mind.

In the distance she could hear horse hooves beating the pavement, and she paused to listen. Please don't let it be.. she thought to herself. Riding into view were three horses, two of which had riders, all three bearing the Treyian crest. In moments her facade would be over - not once had she lied to him, deceived him, but now she worried he would believe she had when he found out her true self. She gripped the necklace and stood, with a worried side glance at Heath. The horses skid to a stop, their nostrils flaring from excursion. Fae stood tall, every bit of the warrior princess she had been raised to be. "Your highness, there has been trouble at the castle and you are needed immediately." One knight spoke proudly. His eyes flickered, and he looked apologetic, before continuing, "Alice has gone. Whether she has been taken, or on her own is not known."

It felt like the world sat on her heart. Her strength wavered, and her mouth fell open slightly. Alice? She turned to Heath. "Heath, I.." She trailed off, unable to find words. She had to go, but couldn't express her gratitude and wonder of him. The wonder of not wanting to go.