Protection

Alexander came to a clearing after what seemed like hours and that was where he saw her. She was seated at the end of a table, her legs crossed underneath one and other. She looked normal, to anyone she would have simply looked like an annoyed party guest but Alexander saw the binds around her wrists and he knew she wasn’t a guest. She was a prisoner.

As she sat there silently he tried to capture her attention by waving his arms but that wasn’t working. Instead her eyes stayed trained ahead of her.

Following her line of sight he saw a tall bulky male standing ahead of her. His hair long and dreadlocked, beads were threaded throughout the thick strands. Across his eyes like someone had splattered him with dye was a strip of red, he wore a smile but it wasn’t a comfortable smile. It was a smile that showed malice.

“Now your highness where were we?”