They came flying through the air...swift, deadly, and aimed directly at them.
Anaya's face was filled with panic. Though she couldn't see what was happening around her, she sensed it. The air had changed, no longer calm, but now crackling with tension. It screamed of danger.
"I'll protect you, Anaya," Rhys said firmly, his voice cutting through the chaos as he carried her in his hands.
Without hesitation, he began running, dragging Kisha along with him while the guards who had been escorting them drew their weapons and began clashing with the queen's soldiers. Steel rang out against steel, and the once peaceful road was now a battlefield.
Rhys spotted the horse...one that had been drawing Anaya's carriage just moments before and rushed toward it. Without wasting a heartbeat, he lifted Anaya into the saddle, ensuring she was secure before jumping up behind her.
