Honey Witch
By K.L. Noone
The princess, needing answers to her questions, snuck out of the castle and went to find the honey witch, at the edge of the forest.
She had not truly needed to sneak out—her mother approved of the witch—but had wanted the practice of climbing over the castle’s ramshackle rambling rooftops and turrets. At twenty-two years of age, Ursula might’ve been too old for a casual stroll out of her tower’s window and over indulgent shingles and slate; she mostly was, having taken on more and more of the responsibility for negotiations about trade and wood and apples and wheat, and the Farmers’ Guild council meetings about prices and exports and imports, when Queen Agatha needed her heir to shoulder some of the duties of rule. But she liked the exercise.
Besides, the esc
