"Why does it always have to be me?" I groaned, gripping the edge of the velvet seat like it was the last piece of sanity I had left, as the carriage rattled over yet another demon-cursed cobblestone with the dramatic flair of someone playing drums with our wheels. "I swear this kingdom hates me. I didn't sign up for any of this!"
Outside, the world had the audacity to be beautiful.
Pale morning light spilled like liquid gold through tall pines swaying ever-so-gracefully in the breeze. Birds chirped. The wind whispered sweet nothings, like it was trying to lure me into believing I had a normal life.
A normal life.
The nerve.
Inside the carriage?
I looked like a bad decision made by an overconfident makeup artist at 3 a.m.
