TIARA THORNELLS
It was pitch black inside the closed carriage. Not even a sliver of light peeked through, no cracks, no holes, just thick darkness closing in on all sides. The only air I could breathe came from the faintest gaps at the corners, letting in cold gusts from the outside.
Time passed, how long, I couldn’t tell. The carriage raced through the unknown, and I could feel my heart pounding harder with every mile.
Eventually, the carriage began to slow. The horses’ gallops turned into heavy steps, and then finally stopped. I felt the top of the carriage lift open with a rusty groan.
A burst of freezing wind struck my skin, and the scent of wildflowers mixed with snow filled my nose.
As my eyes adjusted, I saw two royal guards illuminated by the torchlights they held. They stood
