Chapter 42: Terrifying
After riding in this cramped carriage for a day and a half, I’m itching to get out and stretch my legs. The constant swaying and bumping along the road has made every muscle in my body ache, and the thought of being trapped inside for even a moment longer makes me restless.
"Uhm," Roman mutters, pulling me from my thoughts. I glance over at him, raising an eyebrow in question.
He fidgets for a moment, then stands, moving toward the small table at the center of the carriage. From underneath it, he pulls out a box—a suspicious-looking one at that.
"What’s this?" I ask, already growing curious.
"Ben asked me to give this to you when we were close to the capital," Roman explains, handing me the box with an air of reluctance. I take it from him and, without hesitation, open the lid. Inside is a beautifully crafted cane, unlike the old one I’ve been using—far more elegant, sturdy, and expertly made. The craftsmanship is impeccable, and the dark wood feels smooth under my fingers. Nestled beside it is a folded letter.
Curiosity piqued, I unfold the letter and begin to read:
"Hey, my beloved husband,
I’m not happy about this at all. This was supposed to be your birthday present—the cane you often use is nothing more than a rickety stick.
Since our plans are ruined, I guess I’m giving you your gift sooner than expected. Happy Birthday, and may you live long enough for us to see our grandchildren.
Don’t worry about me. I may not look it, but I’m pretty dangerous myself. I’ll be safe, so focus on what you need to do. Only think of me when you miss me.
P.S. The cane has a secret button. If you remove it, you’ll find yourself in a rather uncomfortable situation. It’s a hidden weapon, coated in poison—very lethal. Use it wisely; you’ve only got three uses.