"This is as far as I go," the coachman said flatly.
With a resigned sigh, I climbed down from the carriage.
"If you don't come back before midnight, I'll assume you're dead and return to the palace," he added, his voice devoid of even a trace of sympathy for my predicament.
"Orders from the princess?" I asked, though his silence spoke volumes.
Figured.
Damn that bitch.
Sighing again, I turned to face the ominous cave looming ahead. It was clear—one of two outcomes awaited me. Either I'd die trying to kill it, or it'd kill me trying to defend itself.
The idea of me killing it? Laughable.
"...Wait." I paused, glancing down at the sword strapped to my waist.
Now that I thought about it, this whole setup—the sword, the armor, even the boots—had been provided by the princess. The same princess who wants me dead.
My chest tightened with suspicion.
Wait a second...
