The Dragon's Heir [Beta][Complete]

Chapter Three - Rewritten but Unedited

"I know yer can climb, I've heard from the other servants. They say yer real good, too. Used to climb all the way up the east tower each mornin' you did."

I nodded as he crawled out and I followed him, a little upset at the memory, "I used to climb the castle with..." I hold off my sentence, wondering whether I should share information like that with a servant I just met. For all I knew, he might still be under orders to drag me back to the King and he was just pretending to help me get out. I suddenly wondered why he was helping me get out.

"We all see you and the young prince of the roof. You don't hide," Renaldo said cheekily as we climbed carefully down the side of the castle. I ignored his statement and swung down the wall with ease, knowing all the best places to put my hands and feet, landing safely at the bottom of the wall within no time. Slowly, Renaldo made it to the bottom as well, but not before I had time to chuckle at how awkward and scared he seemed to be. We walked silently through the village. A fair bit of time had passed while I was out and it was now dark, which meant that most people were asleep. It would make for an easy getaway. We were approaching my house when I suddenly thought of something and reached out to Renaldo,

"Renaldo, can I sneak back into my room quickly? There are some thing I need to grab before I can leave." I didn't want to tell him what it was though.

"No, yer mother will be watchin' the house like a hawk, ma'am," his voice was surprisingly stern. I had to remind myself that although he was shorter than me, he was older.

"It's ok, I will sneak into my room through the window and be back within a minute."

He looked at me hesitantly before shaking his head and sighing with defeat, "Fine, but be quick and quiet, ma'am. I'll wait down the bottom over 'ere."

I thanked him quickly as I scurried over to my wall and lifted myself up, grasping the familiar hand holds as I neared my window. I'd done this climb more times than I could count, so the darkness didn't bother me at all. I slid the window open quietly – thankful it didn't squeak – and jumped in softly, looking around the pitch black room to see if anyone was in there. No one. Good. The first thing I did was pull the dress from my bag and toss it into the corner of my room. It had no use to me anymore. I crept over to my bed as gently as I could, making sure that the wooden floor boards didn't creak, and reached under my pillow. I felt the hard leather book underneath and pulled it out, tucking it into the bag. Then I crept to my wardrobe and grabbed some of my weapons I kept hidden away in there: a bow, which I slung over my shoulder; a dagger, tucked away in my bag; a quiver of arrows, which went over my other shoulder; and a thin sword, light and movable, in a waist sheath so I quickly put it on. Knowing I didn't have much more time left, I grabbed my brush and some riding clothes for later and shoved it all into the bag. As silently as I entered, I crept out my window and back down below to where Renaldo was waiting impatiently,

"Quickly, do you have a mount?"

I nodded, gesturing to a paddock on the other side of our house, "Thunder, he is in the paddock. Do you?" I paused, realising the stupidity of my question, "Why do I ask? Of course you don't. You can take my brother's horse, Nike. He is well trained and will be fine with me."

We walked over to the stables quickly, making sure to keep to the shadows as much as possible. I kept one of my hands poised on the hilt of my sword at all times, just in case I needed to draw it. I gave my dagger to Renaldo, for him to defend himself with if the worst happened. I jumped the fence into the paddock and went over to the tack shed, grabbing their saddles and getting Renaldo to take the bridles. I've never had to carry two saddles before. It's so heavy! I thought but grit my teeth and ignored how much my arms ached. I walked out and whistles softly for the horses and they both come over instantly, recognising my unique whistle I used to call them. My brothers had always envied the way I got along with animals. I saddled them both quickly, then slipped on the bridles. I was thankful that both horses cooperated because the task was already more challenging in the dark. As I helped Renaldo get onto Nike's back, I was startled to hear a quiet chuckle,