“Should take her back to the palace?” Sir Thomas asked his cousin.
“It’s not the best thing, but we have no other choice now, do we?”
“Well, I have an aunt who lives near the palace, and she won’t mind some company!”
“Great!” Sir Scott replied as he kick the horse’s hide with his heel and hurries to Nicholas’ side to tell him the plan. Of course, with little choice, Nicholas agreed.
Yes, you’ve guessed it. Lilyanna was Queen Elizabeth’s daughter, the daughter she left years ago, fate used her invisible hands to push the man and woman who were suppose to be in different worlds, live in different worlds and die in different worlds into the same world.
“Aunt Marian!” Sir Thomas yelled out while knocking on the shaky wooden door repeatedly.
“Coming!” A woman in her fifties opened the door. “Brian Thomas! I haven’t seen you in a century!”
“I missed you Aunt Marian. I need to talk to you.” Sir Thomas said and closed the door behind him after letting the rest inside.
“Are you all right?” Nicholas poured a cup of tea for Lilyanna as she sat down across from him. It was the first cup of tea he’d ever poured in his life.
“I don’t know. My guess would be that my body isn’t used to the shock.”
“It will surpass, then a good cry will help too.” He smiled at her. A strange feeling filled Lilyanna’s body, it felt like time stopped, and the only thing visible was Nicholas.
“Your highness!” The old woman rushed out from the back room and kneeled before Nicholas.
“That wasn’t necessary. Please stand up.” Nicholas reached over and help her up.
“Highness, the sun’s almost setting, we’ve got to get back.” Sir Scott reminded them.
“Goodness, I almost forget! Mother must be worried sick. We shall be on our way. Farewell!”
Just as the men were stepping out the door. Lilyanna spoke, “Your highness?”
Those two small words hit Nicholas like an electrical shock. He had heard thousands of woman and man saying that to him his entire life. But none had shook his inside like the way Lilyanna says it. “Yes?” He turned; knowing it was the time to tell her his identity.
“I’m Sir Thomas of Blackston and this is Sir Scott of Greyhound and this is his highness, Prince Nicholas.” Sir Thomas introduced them before Nicholas could.
Nicholas could see the shock in her eyes. “This man, the man that saved me, the man whose tendency touched my heart is part of the royal blood?” She asked herself, but her heart answered with rapid beating and nothing more.