The instant Islinda hit the ground, pain raked through her body like rapid fire and stole the breath from her lungs. She had rolled to a stop on the undergrowth hence her arms absorbed much of the impact and now that she laid on her back, she found out that moving her left arm hurt badly. Islinda knew instantly that it was broken.
Tears stung her eyes and she let out a whimper. How could that bastard do this to her? Well, she asked for it by running her mouth. But when Islinda wished for Aldric to kill her, it was certainly not this way. Not that any form of death was painless.
She managed to sit up, cradling her injured arm to her chest. Anger and pain coursed through her. She bet Aldric must be satisfied with what he had done to her, only for the blood to drain from her face when she turned to him.
Islinda thought Aldric had hurled her out of the carriage because of her words when it was far from the truth. If anything, Aldric saved her life by pushing her away - even though he had not been gentle - because the scene she was staring at was a nightmare.
Aldric had sensed something wasn’t right with his sensitive hearing and though he had no clue what, it was all made clear to him when something moved beneath the carriage. Thick vines, black and thorny, sprouted out of the ground and wrapped around the body of the carriage in a circular cage, trapping everyone inside.
Islinda’s blood ran cold, that could have been her. She would have been one of the unfortunate souls trapped in that nightmarish scene and there was no way in hell she would have escaped unscathed. Worse, she could be dead.
The veins were squeezing the carriage and she could hear the sound of woods snapping and her heart lurched as she wondered if Aldric was okay. As much as she hated the dark prince, he saved her life. Also, he was not the only one she was worried about, what about the coachman? She had not paid much attention to the Fae who had driven them to the palace until now.
And the horses? The poor things couldn’t die like that. The horses in question neighed loudly and lurched upwards on its grooves but the vines squeezed harder and strangled them. By the gods, she couldn’t watch this, Islinda shut her eyes. However, she couldn’t hold back her curiosity and had her eyes open while praying for a miracle.
When it looked like all hope was lost and the vines were going to squeeze them to death, a wave of darkness blasted out of Aldric. Islinda crouched down with a wince expecting the magic to hurt her but it was only a caress on her skin that made her shiver. The vines retreated just enough for the horses and coachman to escape, detached from the now unrecognizable carriage.
But the dark prince wasn’t so lucky.
"You know what to do Issac!" Aldric screamed at the coachman who was atop a powerful black stallion, tossing a medallion to him.
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