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116. Their arrival

The next day.

As dusk approached, a horse-drawn carriage sped along the bumpy, muddy road like a wild horse.

The wheels rubbed violently against the ground, splashing up patches of mud and making a crackling sound.

Beside the carriage, a group of guards rode upright on horseback, closely following the carriage as it raced along the rugged road.

The clatter of hooves sounded like rapid drumbeats, striking the heartstrings of everyone present.

The carriage wheels occasionally rolled over the stones on the road, causing the carriage to bounce violently with a loud clanging sound, as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.

There was a small peephole at the rear of the vehicle, and through that narrow window, a pair of beautiful, large eyes were anxiously looking at the road behind them.

His eyes were filled with worry and fear, as if he were afraid of the danger that might catch up at any moment.

The owner of the eyes gripped the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

To the right, there is a vast expanse of riverbank. The sand and stones on the riverbank shimmer with tiny sparkles in the morning light.

Beyond that lies the shimmering Shipplet River. Its waters flow gently, reflecting the slanting sunlight in the warm hues of dusk, sparkling quietly like a golden ribbon winding across the land. Occasionally, a few waterbirds skim across the surface, leaving graceful arcs in their wake.

To the left, there is a gentle hill. The hill is covered with a light green vegetation that sways gently in the breeze.

In the distance, herds of animals are moving about; they may be deer or sheep, living freely on this vast land.

Near the road, there are some scattered bushes, their shadows gradually lengthening on the ground, as if the footsteps of time are leaving traces on this quiet road.

The only sounds nearby were the hooves and wheels of horses; there was nothing else unusual.

However, a heavy silence descended upon the carriage and the guards accompanying it, like an invisible shackle.

Tension and unease were written on everyone's faces, like the calm before a storm, creating a sense of oppression.

Sitting in the carriage were Falashia, Safina, and Tamanna, who had escaped from the capital, King's Landing.

At this moment, Farahia's eyes were full of worry.

However, not long ago, they were ambushed and attacked by the second prince's pursuers.

It was a fierce battle, filled with the glint of swords and the deafening shouts of battle. To prevent pursuit, half of the guards were tasked with covering the rear and dealing with the pursuers. They fearlessly charged towards the enemy, using their own flesh and blood to buy the carriage time to escape.

Now, they have disappeared behind us, their figures nowhere to be seen, leaving only silence and uncertainty along the way.

Now only five guards remain, accompanied by one of Farahia's guard knights beside the carriage.

They gripped their weapons tightly, vigilantly observing their surroundings.

Safina sat quietly beside her worried sister Faracia, gently taking her hand in her own and enveloping it in her own.

Those hands were warm and soft, as if they could dispel the fear in my sister's heart.

"Sister, don't worry, they haven't caught up, and we're almost at the Northern Border, aren't we?" Safina's voice was soft and soothing, like a spring breeze gently caressing Farahia's heart.

Safina looked at Farahia's uneasy, wavering eyes and gave her a gentle smile.

That smile was as bright as sunshine, warming Farahia's heart.

Then, Safina gently stroked Farahia's hand, as if conveying a kind of power.

"Thank you, Safina. You're right... Just ahead is the bridge over the Shipplet River. Once we cross the bridge, we'll be in the North."

Farahia's expression was still somewhat unnatural, but she still smiled at Safina and shook her hand in return.

The smile held a hint of bitterness, but more than anything, it was filled with anticipation for the future.

The other woman in the carriage, their foster mother Tamana, still looked worried.

Her eyes revealed deep worry, as if she were pondering some important question.

“What I’m more worried about is Lord Link, whom you mentioned. Once we enter the North, will he really be willing to accept us, instead of fearing the conflict between the two kings and handing us over to the First or Second Prince?”

Tamana's voice was low and heavy, as if carrying endless worries.

Safina and Farahia both fell silent upon hearing this.

They came to the North because they had no other choice.

If they were still in the capital, King's Landing, they would be like birds trapped in a cage. No matter where they went, they would only become appendages of their brothers.

Even if they don't die, their future lives will be manipulated, and they will have no freedom left.

They had no choice but to come to the North and gamble, betting that Link was ambitious and willing to support them in seizing the throne.

It was a huge gamble, betting their future, betting everything they had.

After a while, the carriage suddenly slowed down, and the horses made a soft neighing sound.

The sound was like a weary sigh, which made one feel sorry for the person.

The front window of the carriage was opened, and the male coachman apologized to the people inside: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, the horses are almost exhausted, so I'll have them slow down for a while."

The driver's face was full of exhaustion and guilt; he had already burdened the horse too much in order to make the journey faster.

The group hurried along, galloping to escape their pursuers. The horses, having run for so long, must have been nearing their limits.

A carriage pulled by four horses would be too much of a burden on the horses.

No, if we really have to say, the most tired ones should be the horses of the guards on the side.

The horses struggled to run on the muddy road, their bodies covered in mud and their coats soaked with sweat.

Farahia leaned out of the carriage window and saw the burly man beside the carriage patting his horse.

The man's name was Blaze, and he was one of the knights who had followed Farasia ever since she went out to do business.

This time, he also selflessly covered Farahia's escape from the city.

Blaise had his short hair styled with a little hair oil and combed back, and his beard was trimmed short and neat, giving him a very sharp and capable appearance.

Even though he was wearing light armor, you could still tell that his muscles had undergone rigorous training.

"Blaze, the pursuers shouldn't be able to catch up, right?"

Farahia leaned out of the car window, looking back as she spoke to Blaise.

Her eyes held a hint of expectation, hoping to get a positive answer from Blaise.

"I noticed that there were only a few horsemen among those pursuers, and they've all disappeared from sight, so we should be safe, Your Highness."

After Blaise finished speaking, he smiled broadly, a smile as bright as the sun, to ease Farahia's tension.

His voice was steady and powerful, inspiring complete trust.

"Really? I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Farahia sighed with relief and glanced at the road ahead of the carriage.

There were scattered bushes on both sides of the road, but the bushes not far ahead grew particularly dense.

The dense thicket resembled a mysterious labyrinth, giving one a sense of unease.

Behind the bushes is a hill with its ridgeline jutting out toward the road; further ahead lies the direction of Thorn Ridge.

Farahia had been to the North before and was somewhat familiar with the surroundings.

She remembered that the last time she came to the North, it was a peaceful and serene place.

But for some reason, she didn't feel any sense of security at this moment; instead, she felt a strange sense of oppression.

The oppressive feeling was like a boulder pressing on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. A tingling sensation ran down the back of her neck, causing her to frown involuntarily.

Blaze, seeing Faracia's appearance, also looked ahead, watching for any movement around him.

His eyes sharpened, as if they could pierce through the dense bushes and see the danger hidden within.

He seemed to have discovered something, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a whoosh of wind, and several arrows flew at the same time. The arrows were as fast as lightning, carrying a sharp and fierce momentum.

The sound of an arrow piercing through an object was accompanied by a scream.

The coachman was struck by two arrows, and his clothes were instantly stained with blood.

His body swayed a few times before he fell forward from his seat.

Farahia, who was looking outside, fell off her seat and landed on the car floor.

Her eyes were filled with terror, as if she had witnessed the arrival of death. The wheels ran over the coachman's body, pulling him under the carriage, and the carriage came to an immediate stop.

Then more arrows shot out from the bushes, hitting two guards.

The two guards screamed and fell from their horses. Their bodies slammed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Damn it! Is there another ambush?! What's going on?!" a guard shouted angrily, his eyes filled with rage and resentment.

Suddenly, many pursuers appeared behind the prominent mountain ridge, including six men on horseback.

The sound of horses' hooves rang out, and a large number of the Second Prince's pursuers rushed down the hill.

Their eyes revealed ferocity and cruelty, like a pack of hungry wild beasts.

Arrows continued to rain down on the guards, which the Second Prince's pursuers used as cover to easily approach the carriage.

The two guards who were hit by arrows, along with another guard, were instantly killed by the pursuers. Their bodies were hacked to pieces by the pursuers' weapons, a gruesome sight.

Knight Blaze swung his longsword, causing one of his pursuers to fall from his horse. The pursuer screamed and crashed heavily to the ground.

Then two more pursuers on horseback rushed out of the bushes. Blaze swung his longsword, unleashing a fierce burst of fighting spirit.

The fighting spirit surged like a raging wave, easily severing their heads.

Blood spurted out, staining Blaze's armor crimson.

"Your Highness Farahia! Stabilize the carriage immediately!!"

Upon hearing Blaise's voice, Farahia, who had been stunned, finally came to her senses.

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes, as if she had made up her mind.

During her years of business travel around the world, Farahia had seen her share of ups and downs.

For example, caravans were sometimes attacked by thieves. She had witnessed fierce battles between caravans and thieves and had also participated in some simple defenses.

Therefore, after regaining her senses, Farahia was not too frightened and unable to move; instead, she quickly got to work.

She quickly jumped off the carriage, her feet slamming heavily on the ground.

She kicked the coachman's body, stuck between the front and rear wheels, towards the back of the carriage. The body landed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

As Farahia was about to jump into the blood-stained driver's seat, someone roughly grabbed her clothes from behind and forcibly dragged her to the ground.

Farahia fell heavily to the ground, and for a moment she couldn't breathe.

Her body slammed violently against the ground, and pain shot through her entire body. As she coughed incessantly, she saw from a corner of her vision that another guard was being brutally murdered by pursuers.

The guard's body was pierced by the pursuer's weapon, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

She also saw the man who had slammed her to the ground standing in front of her, grinning lewdly.

The man's face was full of an evil smile, which made people feel extremely disgusted.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

Then came a man's scream, which sounded extremely painful.

Farahia looked in the direction of the sound and saw a sight that she could not believe.

A guard aimed his longsword at Blaise's exposed side abdomen through a gap in his armor and thrust it in from behind.

Blaise's body jolted violently, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Blaze's face contorted as he glared fiercely at the person behind him.

"Simpson!? You betrayed us! You tipped off the Second Prince!?"

His voice was filled with anger and shock. He never imagined that his comrade-in-arms, with whom he had fought side by side, would betray him.

He turned around, intending to slash the guard who had ambushed him from behind with his longsword.