Prince Eric was silent in the Royal carriage headed back for Ascencia, they rode in such a high speed he was sure the wheels of his carriage was more like sailing on the air. Without doubt, his father’s knights was the best in the world; strong, vigilant, fearless but right now, he wasn’t so sure of those virtues anymore given because at the moment, they appeared nervous, more like scared, like there was some attack lying in ambush somewhere amongst the rainforests they travelled past, waiting for them. Even though he wanted to remain brave and unshaken by whatever that bothered his father’s men, Eric suddenly found himself caving into the fear that perturbed the peace of the entire convoy. His aunt. Was she that frightful to arouse such commotion amongst the king’s finest? Was she this wi
