Chapter 13

WILLOW

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My cellmate was quite... talkative. Even now the scaly woman's voice rang out in the cramped room, grating on my ears.

"...Yes! I'm telling the truth. I was a princess in my land, right up until these dogs decided to take my sister, Dierdre, for some debt we haven't paid yet. To be fair, something that old shouldn't be considered a debt anymore. But, noo, king La--"

I didn't want to even hear his name being spoken, but sadly, my ears were not immune to Yvonne. The 'princess'--an interloper from another dimension--had landed herself here when she came to get her captive sister, and now she was stuck in our dimension, or kingdom Earth as she'd called it.

"...I mean, every night before I sleep, the palace maids comb my hair with exactly two hundred and five brushes. Imogen used to add an extra one..."

From the side of my eyes, I took in the young woman who was at the verge of hysterics, that was, if she wasn't already driving into it headfirst with a speeding limit. She was bl