It took me only a moment to decide.
If rebels were attacking, this might be my only chance. I could easily slip away and get lost among the crowd. Surely one more running person wouldn't be noticed.
So I ran back, through the sewer, up the staircase. The guards were all gone, fighting the rebels. I ran back to the main hall.
Maids and servants were running everywhere, the guards all gone. Probably at the doors, where the rebels were trying to break in.
The hall was full of screams. I clamped my hands over my ears, trying to focus. I just had to make it to one of the back doors, and I'd run away. Out of the palace. What I'd do out of the palace would be decided later. Right now I was focusing on staying alive.
I turned and ran the way the maids were going, but before I got too far, there was a loud crash. There were louder screams, and everyone started running faster, if that was possible.
The rebels had broken in.
The crowd was getting very thick, so I flung myself down a deserted corridor to catch my breath. As I panted, I planned my escape route. Now that the rebels were in, the doors would be unguarded.
All of them.
I went in the opposite direction, and ended up in a hall with less maids running through. There were no guards, and there were a few elves dressed in brown leather, masks covering their faces.
Rebels.
One rebel's mask had come off. He didn't look too much older than me, just seventeen or eighteen, probably. His dark brown hair was messy and his dark, green eyes widened when he saw me, though I didn't know how he could possibly know I was the Princess.
He started running towards me, and I started to run away.
Who knew what would happen to me if I went with the rebels. They were against the Monarchy, so, by extension, they were against me. I wasn't fast enough, especially because I was still weak.
I felt a hand clamp around my arm, and I whirled around to see that the rebel had caught up to me.