The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 216. He shouldn’t know

Chapter 216: 216. He shouldn’t know

"I don’t know." Mileka whispered to Rug outside the cottage.

"What do yah mean yah don’t know? Did yah see her or not? And why are you just telling me this now?" Rug whispered back.

"Well, I did not think it necessary to tell you about a matter I wasn’t so sure of. And yet I could only keep it to myself for this long. However, ’Twas really dark in the night. I must have been seeing things. How could it have been her?" She shrugged.

"But there is a possibility that it could have been her?" Rug asks and Mileka nodded.

"But I could have been wrong?" She nervously asks.

She shouldn’t have been out by that time. If only she had not forgotten the apples she bought, she wouldn’t have had to return to theel market where she saw a strange woman standing in the market square.

As fate would have it, her apples spilled onto the streets and somehow while picking them up, she caught a glimpse of the woman.

Mileka would never have known the face of the Avelian princess if only she hadn’t once caught a glimpse of her while delivering beer for some palace servants. She remembered vividly seeing the princess being carried back into the main palace after sneaking out through the servants quarters.

She never forgets a face. This was why they were even able to help Barak in the first place because she remembered him as one of their customers, a very rich one.

She never forgets a face and yet, she told herself it could not have been the princess she saw.

"What if I was wrong? I think I was wrong." She nodded her head. "Yes, I must have seen it wrongly. I couldn’t have been her. I mean what could she be doing here? Of all the places she could be, why would she be here in Bampo, the land of thieves?"

"Only the one whom yah saw can answer that." Rug shrugged.

"Do you think it’s a coincidence? A coincidence that she came right to the village where he is? I don’t think so. Such coincidences are rare. It couldn’t have been her. I was only mistaken."

"But you said she used her powers on you."

"Anyone could have used their powers when a stranger like me was chasing after them. I don’t think it was her." Mileka repeated the words again.

"Her or not, we have to keep quiet about this. If he finds out, he would want to go in search of her even though he’s not very fit to move around."

"Aye, I think so too. Botch should have reached the capital by now. His highness needs to rest till they come and find him. Yah saw how he was the last time. He was ready to burst out of here and go strangle her. I fear for what he will do if he gets the hint that I might or might not have seen her."

"So no matter what his highness must never know."

"What mustn’t I know?" They both flinch in shock as the door to the cottage opens abruptly and Barak was standing with his shoulder resting on the door frame and suspicious golden eyes staring down at the two of them.

"Y_Your highness! Yah_yah shouldn’t be standing." Mileka quickly tried to take his mind off whatever they were discussing. "Yah wounds are finally closing slowly, moving around will only hinder yah recovery." She said while trying to pull his arm so she could help him go back inside.

"Tell me, what were you both whispering about?" His voice was calm, but his stern gaze which moved from Mileka to Rug made it clear that that wasn’t an ordinary question. It was an order.

Mileka and Rug exchanged wary glances, thinking within themselves how they would share the unconfirmed and uncertain news to him.

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"This is why we didn’t want to tell yah!" Mileka almost yelled as Barak wore a black coat over the black tunic and pants he was wearing.

"I was not even certain it was her. I did not get to see her clearly. I swear, believe me. She might not be the one. And even if she is, what will yah do in this state? Get stabbed again?!" The glare from Barak was enough to make the woman understand that her words were going dare beyond what he could tolerate.

"F_forgive my impudence, but I am only saying this for yah own good." She moved some steps away from him as he picked up her husband’s sword, unsheathed it and then slammed it back into the sheath.

"Rug, will yah not try to stop him? He can barely move." Mileka pointed at him.

And although he was limping, she could not deny the fact that he was moving with more agility than she would have expected. Where in the world did he get the strength from?

Was it from his anger? Or was it from his will to cut off the head of his wife. Mileka did not know which it was, but she really pitied the woman he was going to meet in this state.

"Take Blacky, he’s a faithful and fine steed, good for running away from danger." Rug says and Barak calmly nods as he picks up one of Botch’s cloak and places it over his head.

"Rug!" Mileka yelled with disbelief.

"Make sure Blacky comes back safely." Rug says again and Mileka could not believe he was encouraging an injured man to go on a fool’s mission.

As the man wrapped one more cloth around his face, Rug walked up to him and handed a small pouch, "Here, you might not have noticed since you’ve been inside the whole time but, we’re in the forest of the damned. This will repel the damned souls and ensure your safe passage. Keep it on you at all times."

With no more words to share between them and clearly no way of talking Barak out of his mission, they watched him throw his hood over his head and stomp out of the room. In the next minute, they heard the sound of the horse trotting away.

"Yah should have tried to stop him." Mileka says as they watch him slowly fade away from view.

"Did yah see his eyes? There was no talking him out of it." Rug shrugged. "All we can hope for right now is that yah were wrong and she wasn’t the one yah saw. If she was... may the gods save her from his wrath."

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