The High Kind and the Empire knew that I managed to escape the hold, but they weren’t sure about just how far I away I was. I saw a large patrol unit converging on the main gates, all armed with swords and shields, ready to attack on a moments notice.
I wasn’t in the right state to fight, let alone fight an entire army. My main priority was finding a way to escape the city without drawing attention. And do that, I’d have to disguise myself among the general civilian public.
Tossed on top of a small bench was a worn, hooded cloak. It wasn’t much, but it was able to cover everything from my head to my mid-section. If I could just make it to out of the city with this on, I’ll be okay.
There were a couple times where civilians spat out slurs of anger, but I happily ignored them.
“Arcimia. We know you’re hiding in the crowd; you haven’t escaped the Empire.”
I learned about just how far the High King would go just to protect himself. And now, I was his main priority.
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