Hazel's POV
We left the castle together, taking the fastest horses to go through the town. The marketplace was bustling as usual, people going about their routines. We weaved through the crowd, heading towards the outskirts where the witch was said to be staying.
I couldn’t help but steal glances at Blaze. He was focused, his jaw set in a determined line. I admired his strength and his unwavering affection for me. I knew I had to do better, not just for him but for myself and the baby.
We reached the edge of town and spotted the witch’s wagon. It was an old, rickety thing, covered in strange symbols and charms. The witch herself was standing outside, packing her belongings into a large trunk.
"Hazel," Blaze said, grabbing my hand. "This is it."
I nodded, taking a deep breath. I was
