JASMINE
After what felt like a million-year-long journey, the coachman stopped the carriage outside of a small inn. Startled by the sudden halt, I jumped and then raised my eyes to look at Elsa.
My former maid seemed distant, like her mind was utterly occupied with something else, which was a welcome change. Throughout this ride, I’d wondered if Elsa ever slept, because every time I moved even a centimeter, she would shoot me a sharp glare. It sent a chill down my spine every single time and I began to watch myself to make sure I didn’t anger her further.
In one swift motion, Elsa rose to her feet and narrowed her eyes at me, her hands flying to the dagger holstered at her side. Her jaw clenched and then she leaned closer.
“We’re stopping for the night,” she said sharply. “The coachman
