Whispers of the Sapphire Crown

Previously

…With a racing heart and a spirit that felt lighter than air, Anya climbed into the carriage. She was no longer Anya, the mistreated princess, the servant girl. For tonight, she was a mystery, a whisper of hope, a dream about to unfold. As the carriage pulled away, leaving the familiar, oppressive walls of her home behind, Anya looked up at the star-dusted sky, a single, tearful smile gracing her lips. The night, for the first time in a long time, felt full of boundless possibility.