He followed the goblin woman. “Aren’t these woods, cursed?”
“Nah,” Marigold said. “It’s fine, I live here.”
Prince Hambert gulped. “You’re sure?”
“You’ll get to your wedding and nobody will know a thing!”
Neither noticed he’d shrunk an inch while turning green.
Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.
Discover more of my Aethereal Musings.
Leave a Reply