Status: So... yeah!

Protection

five.

Raknah.

The name rolled around in his mind, he mouthed it to himself to try and get used to the oddity that was her name. She definitely was from another place, perhaps one of the tribes that surrounded his kingdom. Raknah had held the Prince on her shoulders for what he assumed was a god solid hour before she dropped him.

His body hit the ground harshly.

“What was that for?” he wheezed groaning in pain clutching his side as he rolled over. Looking around.

“My shoulder hurts,” it was only now he realised that she did in fact have a slight accent to her words.
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Here it is... the next instalment.
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Thanks to all my readers and subscribers as well you are all wonderful.
So I missed a day, because it was after midnight when I wrote this but I plan to make it up and write two chapters today haha :)

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