Carlisle forced himself to stay focused.
One arm supported the princess securely against his chest while his free hand remained available in case he needed to open a door or react to an unexpected threat. The situation was becoming more dangerous by the minute. He could already feel the enchantment woven into his cloak weakening. Soon, its concealment magic would disappear entirely.
There was no longer any reason to stay inside the palace.
For now, retreating was the only sensible option.
Keeping Raquel close, he retraced his route through the fortress, moving as quietly as possible through corridors and stairwells.
As he walked, a question surfaced once again.
How did he know she was truly the missing princess?
The answer came from a memory he had never forgotten.
Years ago, when
