The trees rustled as the cold wind blew past my robe. With limited light during the night, I stuck close to the person next to me.
“Are you cold, Heather?”
I shook my head. “No, my Lord.”
“It’ll take a few more hours before we cross the borders.”
I looked up at my Lord who was covered by the black robe. He was much taller and older, but he treated me as if I was an adult instead of a child. I must act maturely.
“Something is happening up ahead.”
I halted in my steps when my Lord held out his hand in front of me. In the night, I could see dark shadows up ahead. “Bandits?”
“Seems like it,” said my Lord.
“N-No! Ah! Help me!”
My ears perked up at the cries of a little girl. “My Lord.”
“Well, this is quite the problem. Should we help? Or let her be taken?” My Lord sounded amused.
I stood still and spoke calmly. “I’ll do whatever my Lord wishes.”
“Hmm, we do need a new holder soon. Maybe this experience could make her join our cause. Let’s take a closer look.”