It was almost dark. The daylight would be gone in just a couple more hours. Bradonith got up off the ground and dusted himself off. Princess Meredith soon followed with a shrug of her small shoulders. She could not fight him anymore. This was inevitable. Morning Glory was a hill away only a few more steps to walk to. But they would not be stopping in an inn. Meredith felt this deep down in her tiered and sour bones.
"Come on. Move it" the mage said roughly and did not wait for her as he headed towards town. Meredith muttered under her breath about the no courtesy old men and tried to catch up. She mused to herself on her way of how her captor was not as bad now as he was when he kidnapped her. But then again he could be playing a sick mind game with her. She must remember not to let her guard down because Bradonith was an evil mage after all.
They made it to Clear Glass Inn in less then an hour. Bradonith told his captive to wait outside because this would not take long. Meredith fumed as her captor went inside the cozy looking building. The inn was clean with yellow curtains hanging from the windows. Mouth melting scents where wafting through the open kitchen window making her stomach rumble in hunger and appreciation. "This was not fare" Meredith whispered. Then she watched as the wicked mage stepped out of the inn with a medium sized bag and flirted shamelessly with the maid. How rude the princess thought. But things only got worse when Bradonith kissed the woman's hand and said his farewells. Their two horses where already brought to them by a short stable boy.
"Your disgusting" Meredith said to the black mage completely appalled. "Oh" Bradonith replied cocking his head to the left. "Why do you say that, boy" he asked in a neutral tone. "You where shameless. Shameless. Kissing her hand like that and smiling at her. Yuck. Don't you know what year it is. Gees. Normal people don't kiss hands. God." All of this was emitted by Meredith in a rush with a tone of riotousness. The mage's eyes had widened as she ranted. Now though he was laughed at her and shaking his head. The princess fumed even more and shut her lips. She very much wanted to strangle Bradonith at that moment. But it was to be denied her yet again as she fell on her rump when some horses with riders passed her by.
Bradonith laughed even harder. He could not help it. The boy was better then any jester he ever met. Still there was something about him that was off. Well no matter, it was not important. "Mount up lazy bones" he told the furious lad who was now standing and dusting himself off. Meredith scowled at her persecutor and got on her brown horse. And they where off once again to God knows where.
The dark mage never once stayed on a straight coarse. There where always twists and turns on their journey. They did not talk. Both where lost in thought. She missed her family. Before she hardly thought of them but now. Well, being so far away from home really put a new spin on things. Meredith missed her parents the most. She wondered if her mother was looking for her. With her rotten luck she probably wasn't. A small sigh escaped the princesses lips. After that there was no more sound except from their surroundings.
Bradonith wondered what the boy was thinking. Shaking his head silently the mage got rid of that thought. Why should he care what the lad thought. He was nothing anyway but his hostage, that was it. Still he should call the lad something. Turning his head to the right to ask Bradonith stopped. Frowning slightly he said to himself; I'll ask him later. Tightening his lips into a straight line which did not diminish from his handsomeness the mage thought of his time as a statue. Shuddering, he halted those thoughts and began to drift instead. It was better then remembering his imprisonment.