We were halfway through the morning when the screaming started. Well, that wasn't strictly accurate. There had been screaming going on all morning, but this one was different.
I turned my head slowly, not out of alarm, but out of habit.
I hadn't even put a trap in that direction, so I really wanted to know what was going on. But that scream was the kind of sound that echoed off polished trees and silk-covered tents. It wasn't the sound of pain or terror. Not to mention, it was just loud enough to demand witnesses.
Ugh. The drama that was about to come.
The girl's scream was quickly followed by the thunder of footsteps and a trio of guards pushing their way through the hunting paths, carrying someone in pale lavender robes like she'd been plucked from a theater stage and not the forest floor.
Crown Princess Yuyan of Baiguang.
Of course.
