Suzanne traveled all day, gunning down bandits and armed robbers who were sent to come after her. One by one they all fell to her hand, none of them able to even realize that they had absolutely no chance going against her.
After a long day, and dozens of bullets fired, she needed some time off to just unwind and relax. And it has been a few days since she had a nice, cold beer to sip on.
Finding the local saloon in the town she’s laying low in for the time being, Suzanne decided to head on out to have a drink or two.
However, she should have known that bullets are always flying around no matter where she went.
“Christ, today’s a bad day to be all dressed up. I really need to change it up more often.”
The stomach rumbled with a loud belch following behind it, “Look here, ‘hun.’ You know why I’m here.”
He grunted before answering, “Shoot-out. Barely escaped with my life. I take it you know who I was up against?”
“Perhaps. Why does that matter?”
There was a loud banging on the front door of the manor. Even though the manor was a rather large estate, one didn’t have to knock with excessive force in the middle of the night in order to be heard.
I wiped my hands on my apron as I trotted down the marble steps to the first floor, curious as to who’s bothering us during the late evening.
Two men in armor barged through at the slightest sign of the door opening. I recognized the color scheme and weaponry around their hips.
It was the King’s patrol.
She then folded her arms and glanced at me, giving a quick nod, “Go get the paper, Yuria. I want to read what’s on it.”
“As you wish,” I humbly replied.
“We don’t have all night,” the guard announced. He eagerly shook his fist that held the scroll and urged Madame Valencia to come down to collect the paper.
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.