Gwyneth

The stupid road is filthy, and I can feel every jagged pebble digging into my knees. My gown, my favorite gown, is ruined, torn and streaked with mud. My hair, which I spent hours brushing just this morning, is a tangled mess hanging in front of my face like a curtain. I glance at my hands, still trembling from everything I’ve lost, and my chest tightens. The castle, my family, my entire life… all gone. Ugh, I probably look like some kind of commoner. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, but no matter how hard I try, the tears won’t stop stinging my eyes. Then I hear it, footsteps. I whip my head up, glaring at the figure approaching me through blurry vision. An adventurer, by the looks of it. Just what I needed: another stranger to see me like this. "H-Hey! Don’t just stand the