9. Farrow

The princess had been dozing on Caramel for over an hour now. I could tell by the way she would gasp herself awake and jerk upright every time she started to lose her balance and began to topple from her saddle.

I knew I should’ve had mercy, called it a night long ago, and set up camp for us. But my quest was half-filled now; I just wanted to get us home so I could drag Sable out of the damn dungeon. Besides, we were still far too close to Donnelly’s castle for my comfort, so I pushed us onward.

And she hadn’t protested the grueling pace once.

Nicolette was quite the trooper, actually.

She hadn’t complained about the continuous, no doubt jarring ride, and I knew she was used to living in luxury and comfort—she’d packed half her damn castle and brought it with her, not to mention her hands had been as soft as silk when I’d helped her onto her horse. She couldn’t be used to such poor conditions. Yet she said nothing.

Curious that.

What stumped me even more was the chat we’d had ear