Photo credit: Everton Yamamoto
Aouda linked her arm into the taen’s. The two ladies strolled through the blooming spring garden, pretending not to notice the guards.
Taen Haelanea’s voice was light, inconsequential. “Not much of a rescue attempt, I must say. You seem caught in here with me now.”
Aouda giggled as though the taen had joked. “Perhaps.”
A dog appeared beyond the iron bars of the gate, disappearing before the guard turned.
Aouda steered them toward a secluded bench. Eventually, the dog approached. “Act like you know him,” Aouda murmured.
Haelanea nodded, petting the strange dog.
“Your highness, this is Panaik. Panaik, meet Haelanea, the rightful taen.”
Panaik bowed. The taen squinted in confusion.
Aouda unhooked something from the dog’s collar, tucking it into her palm. “This is all we need. Let us proceed to the closest shadow and make our escape, shall we?”
Haelanea smiled. “A well-trained dog you have there.”
Aouda half-smiled. “Hm.”
Are you sure she’s the rightful ruler, mistress?
Yes, my friend. Please don’t bite her. It would embarrass me.
Very well. “Arf.”
Word count: 175. Inspired by this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo challenge. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting the challenge, and to Yinglan for providing the prompt photo, below. Click here to see the other stories.
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