Abrielle struggled to sit up on the ground while leaning against a tree trunk. Her body was covered with bruises and it hurt like hell.
The snapping sound of twigs echoed as Zoltana approached her. "Princess Abrielle," she heard the witch call. From a distance, she could hear Evelyn fighting. Something was wrong Abrielle. Zoltana had the answers.
Zoltana finally found Abrielle, who was weakly leaning against the tree trunk. She looked very feeble.
Abrielle's head slowly turned to the source, she gritted her teeth due to the insufferable pain. "Zoltana," she slowly called. The other maid, who was equally bruised, ran up to the princess's side to help her up. "Thank the goddess you are safe." She chimed.
Abrielle who was still disoriented, lips parted as she struggled to say. "What is going on Zoltana? This isn't the plan."
