Marlon *Part 2*

"Aye, Queen Bihadlly was murdered by her daughter, Princess Flossina. They say the Princess fled once it was discovered and has been killed by the Royal guard. They are afoot right now scouring everywhere in search of the Princess's body. Poor Queen Bihadlly."

Marlon knew the news Lokul was telling him could be true. He had the Princess on his exam table heavily sedated and in need of more healing. He would have to move her soon. He tried to not rush his neighbor as to not give any indication something was amiss.

"I will keep an eye out then. Grave robbers are on the move again selling body parts. I'm sure a Princesses corpse will sell for a pretty penny. I could ask around if they know anything when I am at the trading post?" He hoped he sounded convincing.

"Aye, Marlon. That would be a fine idea. I will do the same. They have enlisted an early curfew and the upbringing of the main drawbridge until her body is retrieved. I best get going."

He quickly walked out of Marlon's shop without looking back. Marlon wasn't the least shocked at what the King had told the Kingdom. He knew it had to be more to what was going on, and the proof was lying unconscious on his table. He had examined her body while he had washed and bandaged her. He saw no defensive wounds, and judging by her petite frame he knew she wouldn’t have had the strength to kill anyone.

He locked his door and hurriedly walked back to the sterile room. She was still lying there motionless, in the place he had left her, looking lifeless and battered. Far from the beauty the Royal lamenters had written songs about. Her coloring was still bleak. He took a healing potion, one of the strongest he had, from a cabinet behind him and began forcing it into her mouth.

Holding her neck securely so she would automatically open it, when suddenly, appeared  a large cloud of blue smoke and in the smoke stood three Elite Royal Guards. They filled the entryway of the private room. Marlon wasn't surprised by their arrival. Someone had use a locator spell. It was common for trackers to use in dire situations.

He counted and saw there was only three of them. He couldn't fight them, not here anyway, there was a high chance they would undo the work and healing of his patient, and he needed answers from her. He held her head back her lips were open and he could see her lightly drinKing the potion. Before he could remove the bottle a sword was slicing the air in front of him. His reflexes were cat-like and he knew what he had to do.

With one swift movement, he removed the razor sharp flint dagger from his doctors apron and threw it directly at the light in the ceiling. The entire room went pitch black. He grabbed her limp body and with his back to the window flung himself and the Princess out of it, making sure to protect her from the shards of glass.

As they fell midair he yelled the words, "Draconum, per ardua ad alta!"

A fierce, black dragon appeared from out of nowhere, catching them just twenty feet before they were to hit the ground, and they were off to safety...