I sat on the mattress, my back against the wall of the hut. My mind was numb, hazy, as I tried to process what had happened. After the incident with the frog, I thought my brain retreated into a fugue state out of self-defense. I couldn’t believe what had happened, what was happening. It was only a few days ago that I was a well-kept princess, eating the finest of foods, sleeping on the highest quality linens, sneaking off to the stables to undertake f*******n swordplay lessons, and dreaming of adventure. I wished I’d have known adventure was going to hurt this much. My attention was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard Gisele curse and throw something that shattered against the wall.
“Damn that filthy witch,” Gisele yelled as she stared down at a tome that appeared to be older than di
