She agreed to travel with the twelfth prince under one condition: he made sure she knew where he was at all times, either by staying beside her, or through her tracking spell.
There were times when he chafed under the restriction, but he dutifully honoured their agreement for the past five months. So when he vanished while they were shopping for supplies, she began her search immediately.
Even though he was unlikely to ever become king, royal blood still flowed in the twelfth prince’s veins. A tracking spell was only one of her many precautions against losing his highness. Her eyes flashed as they synced with the fragment of herself that was attached to the prince.
Hidden in a dark alley that saw no sun, a group of four cloaked men stuffed an unconscious prince into a large chest.
Since his highness wasn’t in immediate danger, she waited until she arrived in their inn before activating her next safeguard. The couple ring around her thumb hummed in resonation with its pair hidden around the prince’s toe.
By the time the chest left the market district, she had the prince tucked safely in his bed, and invisible markers behind the neck of each of the kidnappers. She would have plenty of time to catch them later after they led her to their buyer.
Until then, she settled into the couch and waited for her travelling companion to wake.
~End~
Genre: fantasy