Protection

“Your name, you have’t told me your name,” it was Raknah that spoke. The woman was putting out their morning fire. Kicking dirt over the burning coals and kicking away anything that could show that the two of them had camped there over night. The royal watched her thinking whether it be a good or bad choice to tell her his name or keep her calling him Highness.

“Alexander.”

Raknah simply nodded her head as she kicked away a few more sticks and broken logs.

“Well Alexander, We should keep moving.” she stated before straightening herself up and looking at the male who was still sitting on the dirt, his once elegant clothes now covered in dust and dirt, his hair once perfectly groomed now lay a mess on top of his head.

“Of course.”