This gentleman stepped into our humble apothecary shop, not to pick up anything, but to ask how he could get towards out. Our town never saw a single traveler but for a fortnight, there have been a surge of a pristinely dressed population looking to get to the outside.
Her hand moved up to touch her neck. The King had not killed her. Not yet, as he had given his word to her, but she didn't believe him. The man made a deal with her about entering the maze to find the exit, where in the end, she found out there wasn't another exit to begin with.
"He's nothing but a crude man acting like a cave person," Madeline muttered under her breath while fuming quietly by herself as she walked alone in the lonely corridor.