The Forgotten Ruin

Jean was adventurous but not optimistic being led by this being. "Remembered as what? A fool? A traitor?"  

"That depends on what you make of it," Lucius quipped. "But I promise, no harm will come to you. Just wait until you see what I have to show you."  

The carriage rolled on, leaving the castle far behind. The moonlight bathed the landscape in silver, and the trees loomed like silent sentinels on either side of the road. Jean tried to focus on the thrill of discovery, but her fears gnawed at her resolve.  

"What if someone recognizes me?" she whispered. "Or worse, what if this turns out to be—"  

"Hush," Lucius interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. "You're overthinking. No one's following us, and no one cares about a plain-looking carriage leaving the castle. You're perfectly safe."