Princess Bee surveyed the milling crowd in the Great Hall below. Her eyes alighted on her betrothed and she shivered. With that brief frisson her resolve strengthened. She slipped into the secret passage, gathered up her pack and cloak, and made her way out of the castle.
Flash Fiction
By AdrianneFitzpatrick
Twitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus oth... More