The dawn woke me gently, and I opened my eyes to see the knights and prince moving around to getting rid of any evidence of our stay.
"Assassin," Breeard said under his breath. "She's up."
I huffed and glared, "Don't call him that. He has a name."
Breeard looked at me, surprised, and nodded sharply. I noticed Talon was watching me with something between surprise and admiration.
With little excitement, our small group began to walk, to where I didn't know. I did know, however, I'd follow the Prince of Winter anywhere.
As we strode with purpose through the forests of spruce, birch, and trees I didn't know, it soon became obvious my footwear was far from fitting. I tripped several times, once sliding most of the way down a small ravine saved only by Talon's lighting reflexes. At one poi
