Ch. 82: An Honest Conversation

The mood is heavy from what we've just seen.

Emma and I hurry quickly before the guards take notice, a mild fear taking hold of me as the unlit path is barely illuminated by the small candle I hold.

"I don't suppose you know where Julian's tent is, do you?" I ask Emma after my tent has disappeared from view behind us. I feel like a naughty teenager who has just snuck out to hang out with my friends and wrap my earth-colored shawl around my shoulders tighter in the hopes it will make my white nightgown a little harder to see in the night.

"Yes, your highness," Emma says with her infuriating one-word answers. Without a warning, she instantly starts marching ahead, leaving me scrambling to catch up.

"One of these days, you and I are going to have a nice, long chat about-," I mutter under my breath at Emma, until she whips around and gives me a look that shuts me up as I smile innocently back.