Forgotten princess

Previously

…Elara, her face smudged with grime but her eyes alight with a fierce determination, was meticulously sketching on a scrap of parchment. Anya watched, a knot of anxiety tightening in her chest. Every rustle outside the flimsy door, every distant clatter of hooves, sent a fresh wave of fear through her. She was no longer Princess Anya of Eldoria, the sheltered girl who had known only the gilded bars of her palace. She was a fugitive, a secret, a whisper on the wind, and her only guide