Many Meetings | Alaric & Charles
Darkness had fallen over the forest and Alaric had volunteered for the first watch.
He sat deep in thought, as he did most nights, wondering if the inconveniences he and the rest of them had set upon the Queen and her rider was truly worth the great risk he was putting them all in. He knew that she would have all of their heads, but he also knew that she had more pressing matters to attend to than a few rebels in the woods. If all of her resources were put into finding them, they would have been dead a long time ago. And he knew, too, that without a more significant advantage, it was only a matter of time before they were.
He had no idea just how close such an advantage was.
He was roused from his thoughts by a noise coming. It could have, perhaps, been just an animal but he wasn’t going to leave that to chance. Standing, he made a quick torch and walked towards the sound. In the fact of his mind, he wondered if it was one of the queen’s men -- had they finally found them?
The light from his torch revealed the face of a man who stood behind in the trees. It wasn’t the queensguard. It was a deadman.
He took a step further.
“Char?”
