Prayer
“I will explain on the way,” Caspian answered his wife and darted his eyes on her from her head to her toes.
Tilla had just finished changing Anastasia from that party wear to a more comfortable gown. But she was yet to make Anastasia wear the hood and the shoes.
“A-Are we being attacked? W-Who?” Anastasia mumbled. “B-Bandits?” she asked, even when deep down in her heart she had a different guess as to who those attackers were.
“There’s no time to–” Caspian suddenly heard the swooshing sounds coming from behind him. He instantly turned around to find all five of his royal guards standing by the door.
“Your Majesty.” They all said in unison and waited for their orders.
Caspian could already hear the battle cries and the screams of the injured ones. He could tell that they only had half a minute before some loose werewolves would start to make their way inside the inn. And Caspian couldn’t afford to let anyone get in the vicinity of his sick wife.