We didn’t have to make the trip to the dark elf kingdom on foot. Adanis had foot soldiers and beautiful carriages arrive at the castle scene to retrieve us.
“Princess, would you like to ride with me in the royal carriage?” Adanis asked me.
There were three carriages in total: one for Adanis, the second for those who were accompanying him, and then there was the third carriage. It was longer in style and just as beautiful. That was the carriage in which they carried Nixon’s comatose form.
The prince’s question didn’t completely register with me at first. My mind was far too taken over by the sight of my brother being hauled into the carriage, which flooded every free thought I had.
“Princess?” I heard Adanis call to me. I had to force myself to break away from Nixon for but a moment.
