Ralph's men were on a hunt, looking for the couple. They had almost got them, but they slipped out of there. Clearly, the men had misjudged their young Miss's ability to run.
She was pregnant and yet very fast, and the man she ran with was strong too. The arrow didn't bother him. But how long they would hide in that forest?
Warthford was not a large island anyway, and soon they would find the couple. They just had to keep looking for them.
Here Ralph's impatience was reaching new heights. He knew his men were capable, but the man who was still on the ground, holding that ungrateful bitch was the most capable one.
"Zerith"
Ralph's voice made Zerith look up at him, and his eyes held nothing but remorse and shame as they watched Ralph's disappointed face.
