Cedric raced like his life depended on it; if not for the fact that his eyes were on him, he would have teleported to a nearby location since he didn't know exactly where the carriage crashed. Unfortunately, he had to compromise; all he could do was hope he wasn't late.
"Hold on," he wished and hoped everything would be fine. Midnight's hooves struck the ground as it ran faster than it had before; the other knights could barely keep up with the horse's speed, and they fell a bit behind.
As soon as he heard of the assassination Cedric left the square. He didn't care; nothing mattered. Why was this happening now? She wasn't the sorcerer's target and Eleanor's goal was to kill her at the court.
From a distance, he could see smoke ahead in the woods rising from the flames. He glanced at the knights. They were holding him back; he hated this feeling, the thought of why he had to hide himself from his men.
