Reading was my best friend… until my stomach decided it needed to betray me publicly.
As the carriage rolled forward and the driver announced our location every few miles, I silently made deals with whatever powers ruled this world. Please hold it in. Please don’t humiliate me. I don’t want to be remembered as the Princess Who Exploded.
Clutching the book like it contained the meaning of life and a toilet map, I whispered in my head:
Just a little longer… almost there… please…
Then—like an angel singing the sweetest hymn—I heard the magic phrase.
“We have arrived to the lands of the Gonzales Silverclaw Pack.”
Instant relief…well—relief adjacent. My stomach stopped plotting my downfall long enough for me to look outside.
And that’s when my jaw fell somewhere near my knees.
The world
