Elara's pov
"Yes," she said. "You want to be a good queen. You want to help people. You want to see the truth. I just wish the truth didn't require you to risk your life."
"Me too," I said.
We held each other for a long moment. Then she pulled back and wiped her eyes.
"He already brought supplies," she said. "Earlier today. Food, water, coin. He said everything is ready for tonight."
My heart jumped again. "Did he say anything else?"
"No," Lena said. "He just dropped everything off and left. Why?"
"No reason," I said quickly.
But Lena studied my face. "Are you sure you're alright? You seem... different when I mention him."
"I'm fine," I lied. "Just nervous about the journey."
She didn't look convinced, but she let it go. "Well. Let me help you pack what you need."
Later that night I changed into the common clothes. Lena helped me adjust everything. Made sure nothing looked too new or too clean.
"You look perfect," she said finally. "Like you've worked in the fields your whole life."
"Good," I said. "That's the point."
A soft knock came at the main door. Three taps. The signal Kaelen and I had agreed on.
It was time.
My heart started racing. This was really happening. I was really leaving the palace. Really going to the hinterlands disguised as a common person.
Really spending days alone with Kaelen.
"Be safe," Lena whispered. She hugged me one more time. "And come back to me."
"I will," I promised.
I opened the door. Kaelen stood there, also dressed in common clothes. Simple trousers and a rough shirt. A worn cloak. He looked nothing like a palace guard.
He looked like a farmer. Or a merchant. Someone ordinary. Like the first day we met.
Except for his eyes. Those green eyes were still sharp. Still watchful. Still completely focused on me.
"Ready?" he asked quietly.
"No," I said honestly. "But let's go anyway."
He nodded. Looked past me to Lena. "Take care of things while we're gone. If anyone asks, the queen is ill and resting. No visitors."
"I know," Lena said. "Just bring her back alive."
"I will," he said. It sounded like a vow.
We left my chambers and moved through the quiet palace. It was late. Most people were asleep. The hallways were empty except for a few guards on patrol.
But Kaelen knew which routes to take. Which passages to avoid. He moved with the confidence of someone who'd planned this down to every detail.
We reached a small side door. One used by servants. Kaelen unlocked it and pushed it open.
Cool night air rushed in. Freedom.
"Once we step outside, we're no longer queen and guard," he said quietly. "We're just two travelers. Brother and sister, maybe. Or friends traveling together for work. We need to act like it. Talk like it. Move like it."
"I understand," I said.
"Do you?" he asked. "Because the moment someone realizes who you are, this whole plan falls apart. You need to forget you're a queen, Elara. Completely."
Hearing him use my name without my title felt strange. Intimate.
"I can do it," I said. I wanted to add that he knew I had done something like this before but I didn't want to bring up that night, since I stopped him from doing the same
"Good," he said. "Because our lives depend on it."
We stepped out into the night.
"Ready?" he asked.
I looked out at the dark road ahead. Somewhere out there was the truth. The suffering. The reality I'd been sheltered from my whole life.
"Yes," I said. "I'm ready."
We started walking, slipping through the sleeping city. At the main city gate, Kaelen showed a forged parchment to the night watch. The man barely glanced at us, gave a grunt of approval, and heaved the small postern door open. The sound of the lock sliding back into place behind us was final.
"Stay close," he said, his hand resting lightly on the knife at his belt. "The main road is safest, but we don't stop for anyone until daybreak."
We started walking. With every step that took us farther from the palace, I felt something change inside me. The weight of the crown lifted slightly. The constant fear of being watched, of being judged, of making mistakes, all of it faded.
I felt lighter. Free.
But also dangerously exposed. I wasn't protected anymore. Wasn't surrounded by guards and walls. Just me and Kaelen and the open road.
We walked in silence for a long time, the only sounds our footsteps and the whisper of the night wind. The moon was bright enough to light our way. The air was cool and fresh, smelling of pine and damp earth.
"Elara," Kaelen said after a while, his voice breaking the quiet so suddenly it made me jump.
"Yes?"
He didn't look at me. His profile was sharp in the moonlight, his jaw tight. "About last night. The kiss."
My breath caught. I had been trying not to think about it, to lock it away as he seemed to want to do. I waited, but he didn't continue. "What about it?" I finally whispered.
He stopped walking then, turning to face me. The solemn intensity in his eyes pinned me in place. "I can't pretend it didn't happen," he said, the words seeming ripped from him. "I've tried. All day, I've tried. But I can't."
"Kaelen—"
"No, let me say this." He took a step closer. "I crossed a line. A line that should never be crossed. I am your guard. My life is sworn to your protection, not to…" He shook his head, frustration clear on his face. "Not to wanting you. But I do. And last night, I acted on it. And for that, I have no excuse. I can only promise it won't happen again. I will control myself. You have my word."
His words were a formal apology, a vow of restraint, but the raw emotion behind them felt like anything but distance. He was offering to build a wall between us, and it was the last thing I wanted.
"You think I didn't want it?" I asked, my own voice trembling. "You think you acted alone?"
"That doesn't matter," he said, his voice rough. "What matters is what you are. And what I am. My duty is to keep you safe, Elara. Not to complicate your life. Not to put you at risk of scandal, or worse, to cloud my own judgment when you need me clear-headed. Last night, my judgment was nowhere to be found. last time I didn't know you were a queen but this time I knew."
"So we just… bury it?" The thought was a physical ache. "We walk for days, side by side, and pretend there's nothing between us but duty?"
"For your sake, yes." He looked away, out at the dark road. "It's the only way. When we return, things will go back to how they were. As they must."
"And if I don't want things to go back?" The question was out before I could stop it, reckless and true.
He looked back at me, and the conflict in his eyes was a storm. "Then you are asking me to choose between my heart and my honor," he said softly. "And if you are the queen I believe you to be, you already know which one I am bound to choose."
The finality in his voice was a door shutting. He had confessed his struggle only to reinforce the barrier.
"Your honor," I repeated, the words tasting like ash.
"My honor is my service to you," he corrected, and it sounded like a lament. "It is all I have to give that is truly mine to offer. Please. Let me keep that intact. For your sake also. You don't need a scandal, especially not now that there are known enemies."
"Okay," I whispered, the fight leaving me.
"Thank you," he said, the words heavy with relief and regret.
We started walking again. The silence between us was no longer just heavy; it was a living thing, filled with everything we had just vowed never to speak of again. It stretched ahead of us, down the moonlit road, as long and uncertain as the journey itself.