“Please, your highness,” Lian lightly hissed, her hand clasped firmly over her sword. It wasn’t exactly that she thought she would need to use it -- she obviously wasn’t going to stab the royal heir for climbing over the walls. The dark of night shrouded them, and she felt the need to whisper, though they were already quite a ways from the castle by now.

After a moment of hesitation, she threw a glance over her shoulder. Huffing out a light breath, as if to show her displeasure with her own action, she pulled herself up after them. She dropped down with a soft thud, frowning deeply.

“Please, let us return, before someone notices us gone. There is nothing safe out here!”