Horsing Around
The window went up slightly before it gave a small squeaking sound, just the slight whine of glass being disturbed by wood. Nya held her breath, her eyes focused on the young men sleeping on the floor. The noise was nothing like what she’s seen in her mind’s eye as she’d played the scenario out a few times; it didn’t match the versions of reality where she was caught by the sleeping servants, who did nothing to stop her but sounded the alarm so that she’d be met outside by a legion of the king’s guard. Instead, it was just a whistle of a noise, a disturbance that was unsettling to the princess but not enough to wake the slumbering lads. The window went the rest of the way without protest, and Nya was able to leap up and out before anyone was the wiser, landing solidly on th
