Chpter thirteen

They pulled into camp, Kiera hopped off the truck and walked over to the man she'd left in charge.
"Sergent Ryien, pack up camp. We're going to relocate again."
"Where did all these people come from?"
"Town, we brought food. Now don't make me repeat myself."
"Yes sir!" the sergent saluted as she ran back to camp.

Tressa looked over at the camp, "Why can't we just stay here?"
"They haven't moved since I left, and trucks aren't exactly hard to track. If we move now it'll take longer for them to find us."
"Are they from the place too?"

Kiera climbed back onto the truck, "Yes, Those of us who managed to escape."
"Do you think my mother might be with them?"

Kiera paused, She doubted it. Few of the female servants in the place were actually old enough to have a daughter Tressa's age, and most of the ones who were old enough had there families with them here. A few of the guards maybe, but they'd all been there for years. She'd have noticed a pregnancy if there'd been one; Armor wasn't flexible enough to allow for that sort of thing. The only person she could think of in the whole palace who'd been there less than fifteen years was Callin, and she was in her mid hundreds; the idea of her having... Although she had to admit the scandal that seemed to revolve around Tressa within her family would be understandable if that were so; Kiera simply didn't want to think of the Guardswoman as anything but a name and a suit of armor with an attitude.

"We're ready Ma'am."
"Good, move out."
And the caravan, now several hundred men strong, set out again. Heading south now, towards the mountains.

Tressa sat quietly admiring the open fields of Anatolia as they passed by slowly. Kiera just closed her eyes and tried to get rid of the images of Callin and some nameless rogue that her train of thought had brought her.