Chapter 50: The Princess' Gravestone

*Gravestone*

We lived, but barely.

I can’t tell you how, I barely know myself. By all accounts that fall should have been the end of us. But we lived, and Bel managed to drag my unconscious body out of the rubble and to safety before succumbing to her injuries and falling unconscious herself.

We both woke up in the barn of a kindly farmer who nursed us back to health over the next two months. I was bedridden for most of them due to my broken legs. Nothing to do, but think about things.