"I'll send a escort to ride with you to the edge of the border just so your safe, I wish I could do more but the troops needs to prepare." Levi told Alice as she watched him adjust his blades to his belt, and put his black cloak back around his neck. "No need for that," Alice shook her head, "The ride from here to Treyian is not far."
At that, she jerked at the halter rope and before she knew it the horse went off in the direction of Treyian. She felt its back swaying under the saddle as he gallops, the gallop is very smooth barely allowing Alice to bounce on the saddle as she urged it to go faster and faster and faster. The horse streaked through the dark, thick underbrush of the forest like a bullet, like a ghost. There was no sound, no evidence that its feet touched the earth. Its breathing never changed, never indicated any effort. But the trees flew by at deadly speeds, always missing Alice by inches. She was too exhilarated to close her yes, though the cool forest air whipped at her face and burned them. She instinctively felt as if she was stupidly sticking her head out the window of an airplane in flight.
Then it was over. The horse immediately came to an abrupt stop as she yanked at the halter rope. After tying the horse to a tree, she lifted up the hems of her dress, and ran through the gates of the Treyian.
"Who is that?"
"It looks like Alice."
"It is her."
"The princess of Treyian has returned, but how can this be?"
She heard the guards exchanging conversations as she passed then, but she didn't pay any attention. She had to find her sister's, and warn her father and mother about the attack. She had only ran as fast as she could, the heels of her boots slapping to the ground, her legs working smoothly, mechanically, moving her across the cobble stone of the castle. Just as she was about to round a corner, she ran into someone. The person gripped the sides of Alice's arms, saving her from falling. "Alice?" It was Agatha, her maid. "But how did you-"
Alice cut her off. "Oh, not now Agatha," she slapped at the stunned young woman's hands. "Release me." She did, and Alice was off only this time she took long, hurried strides. "Where are my sisters?" She asked as she checked every room of the castle, none of which had neither Alexa nor Fae.
"Out looking for you," she paused. "Everyone's looking for you, Alice." This made Alice whirl around to face Agatha with a look of terror upon her face. "What? No. NO!" She paced around from left to right, rubbing her hair from her face. Her eyes began to sting, and her throat became dry as a tear trailed down her cheek, but she made no attempt to wipe at it.
"Alice? What is the matter?" Agatha asked in a soothing voice as she approached her with wide arms. Alice pushed her off. "No, do not lay as one finger on me, Agatha. Let me be, please." She threw her fists to the wall with a grunt. "This is all my fault." She hurried into her room across the room and yanked open her wardrobe, rummaged through her clothes until she found the outfit that was used at times of battle. She pulled the dress up over and off her head and adjusted herself into the warrior clothing. Once she was down and well dressed, she moved over to her bed, slid out a chest from under, and unlatched it too reveal the hundreds of weaponry; bows and arrows, crossbows, swords, daggers, everything. She took out a few daggers and stuffed them into each of her boots them grabbed for her bow and her arrow, then laid them on her bed to wrap her hair into a ponytail. Afterwards she nicely placed the arrows into her quiver, slung it over her shoulder, then grabbed for her bow.
Agatha had been watching Alice in awe at how fast she'd moved gracefully and quickly throughout her room that she forgotten she wasn't supposed to let her out of her sight now that she has returned home. "Alice, where are you going?"
Alice was just down the hall when she heard Agatha. She whipped her head around to face her. "I am not letting my family risk there lives for my own," she said. "Dead or not. It is my duty as the king's daughter, and as a warrior to save my kingdom. And my family." Then, she slid down the grand staircase railing and was out the door. This time, Agatha let her go.
The wind grew, as it violently whipped her ponytail behind her. Alice was on the horse Levi loaned to her and was now racing at blinding speed through the forest in the direction of Reynolds.