Traveling alongside Lorcan Salvaterre was not an easy feat.

But right now, he was your only option. With your uncle searching for you, your deep limp that affected almost every step, and the fact that you had no idea how to get down south to where Aelin was, you didn't have a choice.

Currently, you and Lorcan were traveling with a carnival though some northern towns, down to Adarlan. Money was tight, and if it was a way to keep your uncle from finding you... Well, then, pretending that Lorcan was your husband and that you were newlyweds wasn't too awful.

He was searching for you. It had been maybe a month since Manon Blackbeak had helped you escape from Morath, since Lorcan ended up finding you and you gave him your mother's name instead of your real one. Now, you needed to find Aelin Galathynius - your queen.

Currently, you were sitting in a tent that the other members of the travelling carnival had set up for you. It was still strange being called Marion, your mother's name, but you didn't know if you could trust Lorcan not to turn you back into your uncle. Currently, you were sitting in the tent, massaging your ruined ankle. You look up when the warrior enters.

"Got us food," He grumbles. "They said that they're heading back North soon after they reach Rifthold. We'll probably split off from them there."

He sets down the plate next to you and pauses.

"Your ankle bothering you?"