THE Knight's Hidden Princess
Chapter 136: A Little Help

Chapter 136: A Little Help

DAHLIA POV

Reagan had held me till I eventually calmed down and fell asleep on his shoulder. He then carried me into the bedroom, he stayed with me for a while and the comfort he brought and surrounded should have been enough to comfort me, but unfortunately it wasn’t. My mind had been in shambles, there was just so much rage and so much hurt inside of me at one point it feels like I might combust into flames.

It doesn’t matter what I do, I was just so angry. To think I spent all my years being obedient, being the perfect daughter, being the perfect submissive and it was all for nothing! I thought if I could be perfect, I could make my father happy and I could have protected the one thing was good in my messed up little life.

My Evie!

She had been perfect when she had been born. She was the only one who had inherited my mother’s blonde curls and green eyes like mine which had been courtesy of our mother but in everything else Bjorn and I had been the only one to look like our father which was the reason I wanted Evie to be protected.

I had been the one to nurse her as a child before Madam Heidi took her away from me when she became conscious of her environment. I had wanted to shield her from this life and I should have known things would be different when I got married.

In a way, I suppose it was me who brought this upon myself. If only I had followed through with my father’s wishes, then perhaps Evie wouldn’t have turned out the way she had. But deep down I knew that wasn’t true at all. The way she fought proved she had been doing it for a long time. It was just proof that my father had no intentions of keeping his promise in the beginning and now I lost my sister. The look in her eyes was one that would haunt me forever.

But I refuse to believe that she was gone! I have to believe that my sister could still be safe and if I wanted to save her I had to get her away from my father. I have to go save her from his evil clutches and I meant what I had said, I was going to kill my father! I was done being his perfect little puppet and I refused to let him win.

All of these thoughts were what kept me awake and made me come to a certain conclusion. When Reagan had left after making sure that I had fallen asleep. I waited for a few minute before I stood up from the bed. I reached for my cloak and pulled it around my shoulders.

I sneaked quietly in my own house careful not to wake Heather up, I slipped out of the house and I carefully navigated my way into the manor, the same way I did whenever I was going out as the black knight.

Sneaking out into the night air, I pulled my hood together and slipped outside the gates. The cold night air bit into my skin as I stepped beyond the gates, my breath curling in the darkness as I moved quickly into the woods where I knew my horse was hidden.

Immediately my horse saw me it released a soft whine and I pet it lightly before I grabbed the reins and mounted it. I snapped the reins and the horse took off into the darkness and I led it into the streets. My hood was drawn low so no one could see my face. I ran into the woods, heading straight towards the refugee camp.

I got there and tied my horse into a tree not making my presence known yet. I sneaked around the refugee camp and headed straight into the stream. I headed towards the place where I knew I had heard the men talking about the evil plans my father had but I couldn’t see anyone.

Although I knew they had been here because they had lit a fire but it was starting to get dim. I was about to turn back around when all of a sudden, I was suddenly yanked from behind and a cold metal was pressed against my throat.

"Who the fuck are you?" A growl came from behind me.

I forced myself to remain calm and I took a deep breath. "It’s me, Dahlia."

"The princess?" The voice asked before he roughly shoved me away.

I stumbled forward but caught myself just before I could hit the ground. I turned to look at the man through the hood that was covering my face but I knew he could still see just half thanks to the moonlight in the night sky.

I reappraised the man quietly. He stood tall, his frame draped in faded, dark leather and a curved looking dagger was in his hand as he regarded me with eyes filled with knowledge and suspicion. The fire behind him crackled feebly, the only sound that could be heard in the night.

"And what’s the princess looking for in a place like this?" He asked me.

The man was unfamiliar, I had never seen him before so which meant they must have gotten new people to join their cause. Drawing in a deep breath, I turned to look at him repressing the surge of irritation at his cluelessness. "I need to speak to Lars!" I demanded.

The man arched a brow up at him. "You are speaking with him."

I smoothed my cloak with a heavy sigh. "Listen to me carefully, I do not have any time for your games, so do me a favor and get me Lars before I knock you down on your feet."

"You threatening me?" The man asked before he gazed at me, "And what makes you think a good little girl like you can take on me?"

Great he was dumb too! "Guess you are new here, want to try your luck with me?" I teased.

The man advanced towards me and I braced myself but before he could approach me any farther, a voice boomed from the shadows. "I wouldn’t touch her if I were you Dwayne, unless you want to lose your hands!"

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