The horse galloped through winding streets, past quiet towns and bustling villages. Finally, after a day and a half journey, the imposing gates of the Kingdom of Arathorn came into view. I looked anxiously out the carriage window as we drew closer, taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart.
Anxiety and dread enveloped me, making it difficult to breathe. Unlike my last visit, where I had Princess Amelia's help to enter these gates, now I was completely helpless. I was utterly unprepared for what lay ahead.
My racing thoughts came to an abrupt end as the carriage came to a sudden halt. The inertia almost sent me tumbling forward, but I caught myself just in time. Looking out, I noticed two stern guards interrogating the driver, who appeared frightened and bewildered, struggling to answer their questions.
