Chapter 17
With the setting sun, Katherine’s eyes began to grow heavy. She stifled a yawn and readjusted against the hard wooden back of the prison cart. At the far end of the wagon, one of the younger girls was singing a song about a boatman longing to go home. While the princess could understand why the others were remorseful leaving Clovington, the prospect of traveling to Arteria and either starting a new life there or possibly being returned to her family in Nadoria had Katherine anything but solemn. Most of the other occupants were quiet, dozing themselves, or staring through the bars at the changing landscape as Clovington swamps began to turn to Arterian forests.
What seemed like a moment later, a sharp blow to her side and the sound of someone buzzing in her ear had Katherine’s
