50. The Caught

Prince Cassander.

She knew it was him despite the odd similarity his voice bore with The First Prince. Hell, she could not afford to be caught yet- not when she had achieved nothing from her time of escape.

She wobbled back to her feet and on her tip toes, continued to wander down the path of the gardens.

Her dress had suffered damage from that outburst of light and the ends were now charred. S