After all of that running through the woods, trying to get away from the beasts that had been chasing us, both Warren and I were exhausted. Theo didn’t seem tired at all. He led the way for us back to the palace, where Sophia had been waiting for us there.
The moment we came into view, Sophia came running over to us, already crying and carrying on, blubbering all over Warren.
“There you are, my darling! My King! I was so unbelievably worried about you! I thought I had lost you forever!” She flung herself into his arms and began to cry even harder.
It wasn’t good for his hurt leg for him to be standing there, supporting her and himself. Since we’d stopped running, his injury had seemed to be healing somewhat, but now, it made me worried that he’d be hurt all over again.
Some of her guards had come out with her. I turned to one of them and said, in my most authoritative voice, “Fetch a healer for the king.”
