Arriving at the front of the castle there was nobody but guards, and in a blink of an eye, Quesito alongside the other wolf ran in the now-opened gates of the castle.
It happened so fast I almost missed it by blinking—just a blur of fur, wind, and what I’m 90% sure sounded like wolf-y giggling. My carriage stopped, and just as it did an announcer came down right when my stomach decided to also announce its arrival of coming out of me.
Perfect timing. Royal welcome, royal bowel betrayal.
I had no idea where the nearest bathroom was, and yes, I was a Princess, but I refused to accept this was my dooming day. The second they opened the carriage door, I ran out like I was being chased by the spirit of lactose intolerance. The announcer lifted her scroll, ready to dramatically introduce my p
