No matter how far I walked through the dark forest, I couldn't find anywhere to hide, only the lights of the guards.
I was about to turn around and continue walking through the cold forest when, suddenly, I saw a familiar figure slip from the bushes into a dark, moldy passageway.
I approached a little closer, intrigued, and when I squinted, I realized it was Anmary. But hadn't the king forbidden the maids from leaving the mansion?
“Maybe she's in trouble,” said my wolf.
“I don't think so. She looks nervous, but not scared. Something's going on,” I announced.
Without waiting for a response from my wolf, I was about to approach Anmary, but just as I was about to call out to her, she made a strange bow to the forest and began to tremble nervously.
Anmary looked around as if to make sure
