As I settled into the carriage, feeling it lurch forward, I couldn't help but glance back toward Kairan's palace. A strange, unexpected sadness settled over me.
Wait, why am I feeling this way? I wondered. I should be ecstatic that I don't have to endure his insufferable comments anymore!
I shifted in my seat, keeping an eye on Kirill ahead of me, riding his horse with the ease of someone who actually enjoyed these medieval inconveniences. The rhythmic clop of the horse's hooves against the cobblestone was oddly soothing, but my mind was far from calm.
Did I cover everything with 'His Royal Highness?' The curse, Alfareezel, the spell.
I tapped my fingers against my knee, a sense of unease gnawing at me. Did I forget something important? I wracked my brain, desperation creeping in.
And then it hit me- like a rock thrown by one of those annoying castle children.
