Catherine shifting beside woke up. I blinked my eyes repeatedly to get rid of the sleep, realizing that I had also fallen asleep sohow.
Still, it remained dark in the prison cell. So, we were still unable to tell the amount of ti we had passed while sleeping.
My sister moved away from , crawling towards the wall, and putting her back against it as she sat down. I did the sa, taking the space beside her.
"How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?" She looked like she was no longer sleepy, so I was able to ask her that question.
"No." She answered in a voice that indicated she had woken up from a deep sleep. "Are you?"
I smiled through my pain. "No."
Carefully framing my question, I asked her, "they hit on the back of my head to bring here. What did they do here?"
She blinked her eyes and scrunched her nose. "They made smile. It gave a headache which is why I think I fell asleep for so long."
That was an admissible reason that I could work with.
Now, it was ti for the dreaded question. "Do you have any kind of pain anywhere else? Apart from the headache, of course."
"No?" Katherine looked confused as she answered . Her confusion made question her answer.
"Think about it," I pestered her, "are you in any kind of pain, anywhere in your body?"
"No," she answered again but fast briefly, and I waited for her answer, " no. Apart from the dull headache, I do not I have any pain in my body."
"Good." I was relieved.
Sagging against the wall, I finally thought of nothing. Catherine has been safe, she has been protected from a nightmare, and I did not know who to thank for that. Do I thank God? But where have you been until now.
"Genevieve," Catherine whispered, "when do you think we would be able to get out of here?"
My relief was short-lived when I heard how depressed my sister works. It felt like she had truly given hope.
I was about to answer her when I heard the footsteps, heavy footsteps.
They were coming.
Grabbing her hand in mine, I squeezed it to have her attention. She yelped.
"Listen to . If you receive the chance, you will run. You will not stop, you will run away to the temple and you will find the high priestess and he with her. You will threaten her if you must. But you will run away. Do you understand ?!" my hands shook, but I did not let go of my grip on her.
"N-no," she stuttered, denying what I told her, but I did not have this ti. Not when the sounds beca closer.
"Listen to ," I squeezed her chin, "you will run and you will not look back. I will find a way for myself, but you will find and if you do not, Catherine, God help , but you do not want to know what I will do to you!"
I would never hit my sister, but if it ca for her own good, and if she let go of that opportunity, then I would have a stick in my hand and I would beat her with it.
Before she could reject again, which she was going to do, they had already reached us. I let go of her, and stood up, angling my body to hide her. Thankfully, Catherine, hate behind without a word.
It was Christopher and the side of him did not scare , it would not usually, but today he wore armor. The armor that was worn by a soldier in battle, and so did this is surrounding soldiers around him.
One of them moved forward to undo the lock, and then moved inside the clamp, his hand on my wrist, pulling towards him, just as another man tried to do the sa with Catherine.
"Do not touch her!" I scread. "She will walk on her own!"
The guard harrumphed. "And I am as blind as a bat."
He wrapped his hand around my sister’s wrist and pulled her along. Catherine followed him, keeping her eyes on and shakingly on him as well.
"I would advise you to remain silent and not try to run away. If you do, I will not hesitate to shoot you with an arrow." Christopher warned in a voice as calm as ever. "Try not to be a headache to us. I may leave you alive after this."
Catherine let out a small gasp. She had also caught the thin veiled threat that was very much possible reality. We may not get out of this alive. If soone did not save us.
"Whatever you’re planning to do, it’s not going to work with my sister." What could they do?
If Christopher was smiling or not, I did not know because it was all beneath the armour. However, his eyes twinkled. "Why are you so worried about what your sister, the queen of lenmore, is capable of doing? I think you should worry about how long you will be allowed to live for. Worry about that."
They had sothing.
Christopher started moving, and then it hit as I moved along with them. They knew that the army of this country was not in the capital. It had not even reached within the country.
Christopher knew that it had gone north because he was one of them who had intercepted our letters and made Estelle send her army to the kingdom of North, to Darius.
The urge to cry like Catherine hit , when I knew that there was a huge possibility that we were not going to survive and Estelle might not even know what is coming her way.
We were going to die and my only help was at least, Catherine finding a way out for herself.
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