Riverqo smiles cheerfully, "No need for worries, Wordsworth. I just had a bit of trouble but it's all well now."
Wordsworth thows his hands up in the air in a dramatic manner that only thespians would use, "When Brutus came back without you, why, I almost had a heart attack!"
Mal tries his best to contain her laughter at the comical and stout man, as she stands by Riverqo's side.
He finally notices the now decently dressed Mal and raises an eyebrow at her, "And who is this with you, your highness?"
Mal curtsies like a proper lady, "I was rescued by Prince Riverqo. It's a miracle that I'm still alive. Those bandits never stood a chance against his skills..."
She says all this while looking at him with the most affectionate look that a woman could ever give a man... And yet, you could tell that she was teasing him. Just as a squirrel would tease you from up in a tree.
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Of course, soon after that, word got around about Prince Riverqo's daring feat of rescue and Malora was welcomed into the castle with open arms.
Inside this castle, she was no longer Malora, the hunted. Here, she would be regarded as Malora, the young duchess from the far of country of Ermosta.
No one doubted her status as she was approved by the King himself. She was playing the part perfectly. The epitome of a charming socialite.
This made Prince Riverqo even more curious. How did a supposed thief and murderer come to play the part so well? How did she know the ways of high society?
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That night as Mal laid in bed combing her hair, the moon was out in its full glory. The white light softly made its home on her red bedding...
She didn't notice any of this. She has to think of her next move. It wouldn't be long till people started getting suspicious. The charade couldn't last forever.
She looks at the small silver key that is attached to her bracelet and sighs.
"I hope you have the answers I need..."
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