#Chapter 10: A Truce

As I glided back to the palace as fast as my animal legs could function, I frowned at Alan. “She is my wife. Should I not worry?” Alan continued running with me until the end of the camp, the same amusement as before in his eyes. A knowing smile curled his lips. “You should. I’m just happy for you.” His words stuck with me as I ran, and I resisted the smile that almost surfaced. *** Cathy My back hurt, but my pride ached more. I sent Theodore away once we returned to the cottage. I didn’t want him to see my wounds; he had endured enough torment. After the queen had left, I woke up from my feigned sleep and ran him the hell out of that palace. Thankfully, we avoided the mass of the guards–they were busy with whatever emergency the king announced. No one objected to our departure. After stumbling bloody and injured through the woods back home, I was exhausted. My back was dried with blood, and it felt like I wa