*Riley*
I step over the bodies of the two guards who were stationed outside the door to my rooms, not looking at either. I don’t care to look. Not because it’s gross but because I don’t care at all.
If they wanted to live, they shouldn’t have been keeping me a prisoner in my own castle.
My castle.
“Your Majesty, this way,” my faithful maid, Alexandra, says. She still has blood on her hands.
I curl my lip in distaste, but I follow her just the same.
Festivities below echo throughout the nearly-deserted rest of the castle. Alexandra has found a route out, and that’s what matters.
Idiots. Thinking I’d just sit there like a good little princess while this grand opportunity presented itself.
“The east garden door is no longer guarded, Princess,” Alexandra tells me. “I’ve made sure of it
