The moon hung clear and bright in the evening sky, the clouds of the earlier rain had passed on. Moonlight filtered through the crooked branches of aging trees and fell in mild waves on several moving forms below. Our little group of travelling outcasts paused for a moment in the woods just outside of an upcoming town. No words had been spoken between the exiled prince and me since leaving the tavern a few hours ago.
"Let me see your feet." Talon broke the tense silence, without even casting a glance in my direction. No doubt, he had seen me starting to limp and knew how tender my feet were since wearing those worn, ill - fitting shoes from the dungeon.
"I'm alright," I began but sat immediately after one pointed look from Talon. "I'll be fine."
The tall Fae bent his hooded head and rem
