Chapter 10 - Other side of Philip

- Your Highness is trying to make me feel guilty about the other night?

- No, I'm trying to talk to Your Highness in a civilized way - I replied, still trying unsuccessfully to release myself from his arms - can you release me, please? Let me go! The king thinks I'm sick and is even considering postponing the wedding, but don't feel bad. Let me go, I have to go back to the castle ...

- You're not well. What do you have? - He said, holding me by the back of my neck so that he could look into my eyes – you are so pale, it seems weak, why do you venture to come to the forest, why didn't you rest?

- I needed to know what had happened to you. I don't need to rest ... - I answered with an ironic tone as I released from him and ran into the woods - ... if you want, you can follow me.

I finished talking and walked quickly to the forest, which now seemed much more frightening and cold in the night. I slowly decreased walking speed when I felt a lack of air and weakness coming back. I saw a pile of dry leaves and sat down to rest on them. After a few minutes alone, I felt a shiver when I heard howls of wolves approaching. I thought about going back to the house, but I couldn't get up; my legs won't respond. I was very tired.

I wasn't believing that I could run to the house, and now I had no strength to escape. I could see the eyes of the wolves away and closed my eyes, because I didn't want to see what would happen to me. Suddenly, I opened my eyes and saw myself surrounded by wolves. Why I wasn't in the house? I looked up and screamed with all the strength I had left, hoping to be heard by someone.

I put my head down and covered it with the scarf; the idea of seeing those wolves devouring me wasn't pleasant. I heard something that resembled a fight among the wolves, and then dead silence. I was afraid to uncover my head, but I was slowly taking off the scarf. The sight was frightening: Philip, standing covered in blood with twenty dead wolves around him. I felt the lack of air was unbearable now. I couldn't breathe.

Philip ran toward me, took me in his arms, which seemed strangely stronger than before, and carried me back to the house. He didn't speak one word. He only tried to smell my hair along the way back. He put me into bed and lit the fire, then he went down to the crypt. The room seemed much more cozy and warm. I cringed, wrapping the scarf around me.