We Meet Again

Sierra blushed immediately. She instantly recalled what happened between them the last time they met. She did not want him to come anywhere nearer. After what she did the last time they met, he would likely want her beheaded. 

She lifted her hand to her neck, subconsciously touching it with the fear of being executed floating in her mind. She did not even realize Alistair had gotten off his horse to speak to the princesses one after the other. 

It did not take long for him to reach her. 

"Princess Sierra. We meet again," he greeted her. 

Returning to her senses, Sierra, quickly curtsied as she kept her eyes glued to the gravel of the ground and the King's shoes as she greeted him.

"Your Majesty," that was all she could bring herself to say.