Enchanting the Prince
Hera turns her head and gives him a nod before moving quietly forward.
The bridge looks like an old wooden bridge that’s barely standing. Many of the planks are missing and she will have to be careful not to fall into the water below. She peaks over the side of the cliff and sees an enormous looking man, snoring loudly, his chin on his chest. She looks on the other side and sees another huge man, laying on his side, looking like boulders, instead of a person. With every exhale he makes, he sends waves pushing out into the river.
“Slow and steady wins the race, Hera.” Buppig says in her ear.