Beatrice had effectively ditched her slippers miles ago. Strategically too, of course. Buried them in deep mud, so the bloodhounds couldn't track them. She would admit, the King’s resources were just as extensive as he had told her they would be. Still, she had more than a few tricks up her sleeve. You can't just go and attempt an assassination and a ‘kidnapping’ and not plan for every angle. Including escape.
Only, this was not an attempt. Nor was this run through the midnight forest...
