"We're under attack!"
"!!"
The carriage jolted to a sudden stop, throwing Anna slightly forward in her seat. Outside, the sharp clash of steel and the panicked cries of horses filled the air.
'An ambush…?'
Her pulse quickened. She pushed herself upright, trying to steady her breathing as she reached for the door handle—
But before she could move, the door burst open with a heavy clang.
A shadow slipped inside, moving fast.
"Who—mmph!"
A calloused hand clamped tightly over her mouth, cutting off her voice.
"Shh," came a low whisper. The tone was calm but urgent.
Anna's eyes went wide in shock, her body tensing as she instinctively reached for the dagger hidden beneath her sleeve. But then—
White hair.
Even beneath the dull glow of the carriage's lamp, she could see it clearly—strands of snow-white hair peeking out from under a steel helmet.
Her eyes widened even further.
'That hair… it can't be…'
