Threadbare Crown
fantasy◐ TeenMira sprinted for the city gate, planning to leave Veil for good. But the gates were already closing, guards on every side. A young stablehand waved at her from the shadows and pointed to a hay cart rolling out. "Get in, quick," he whispered. "I saw the cloth too. I'll get you out."
The hay cart carried Mira safely past the gates and into the green hills. The stablehand, named Tobin, grinned. "You're free," he said. But Mira looked back at the city and felt sick. Whoever forged that cloth would crown a puppet and rule through them. She couldn't just leave Veil to a liar.
What happens next?
1 ways forwardMira told Tobin to turn the cart around. "I'm not running," she said. "If the Loom really chose me, I'll prove it. If it was faked, I'll expose whoever did it. Either way, Veil is mine to fight for." Tobin grinned and snapped the reins. They rolled back toward the city as the sun came up, a stablehand and a maybe-queen ready to take on a palace.