I feel momentarily turned around, but once I make my way to the courtyard, I’m quickly able to find the entrance to the dungeons. However, my heart sinks when I see two guards standing watch at the iron gate.
Why didn’t I think this through? I peer around the corner, thinking that I should just return to the ball, but then an idea pops into my head.
What’s the worst that could happen if my plan fails?
Mustering up as much confidence as I can, I adjust my tiara and appear around the corner, walking directly toward the guards. I make sure to meet both of their gazes, nodding curtly in acknowledgment.
“I wish to enter the dungeons,” I declare, standing up as straight as possible.
“My apologies, Lady Addison,” one of the guards says. “But we are under strict orders to not let you insid
