Plea
Lela could feel sweat rolling down her spine as Fayan pulled her towards a big black horse, a horse she was sure she had seen before. Fayan was quick, not caring once that her legs and arms were shorter than his. He looked to be in his world, ignoring everything or everyone, as he looked forward, a scowl on his face.
"Prince Fayan," Lela's voice was tiny. She had lost her voice to fear, fear of the huge man she was sure was going to kill her for a reason she didn't know. Lela swallowed. She tried clearing her throat and called him again. Her voice wasn't any better, and the man didn't spare her a side glance to show that he at least heard her. Lela licked her lips, feeling the skin going dry.