It’s the first time this day I let myself stand still. I finally let myself relax, let my muscles unbind and my mind settle down. Finally, for it’s he first time this morning that I do. I sigh heavily as my muscles start to loosen up, slowly but surely, one by one. Only now I notice how sore they feel, from all the knots I’ve been tying in them over the last three hours.
This morning I woke up early. And with a start. Shocked awake by my own fears, my own nightmare. I had felt so real though . . .
After that, I simply had to get away. From everything. And as quickly as I could. Desperately trying to take my mind of it all. And nothing is more perfect for that than the woods.
Without stopping for breakfast, I'd sneaked out of the palace unnoticed, taken my own horse, Amour, from the stables and rode through the city’s gates at first light.
The only people who saw me this morning were the watching soldiers on the walls; they stand the