A Princess Named Harry: Book 2

Chapter 44

Fall ended, and winter made its way into the Cardiaire Kingdom. The streets were piled with snow. It didn't seem like it would ever stop falling.

Harry went out in the harsh weather bundled up in multiple thick layers. She was dressed in white from head to toe. Some of the maids thought that if she were to lay down in the snow, then she may be lost forever. Thanks to all the layers, Harry felt warm and boarded the carriage.

She was on a mission for the rare flower. Joseph told her that it only appeared during the winter season near hills. Harry knew of some hills near the village. He warned her that it was a nearly extinct flower and not to be too disappointed when she couldn't find one. He described the flower as a blue color so bright it was glowing. Harry could imagine the flower clearly; it also helped to see a picture of it from Joseph's journal.

The coachman stopped at the bottom of the hills for Harry. She had to walk up the steep hills that were slick with snow. She took out Joseph's memo and began to look in places where he suggested the flower would be. With her gloved hands, she began to dig around through the snow. She knew it would be easier without all of the snow, but it just proved the flower was around somewhere. She just had to find it.

Harry searched for what felt like hours were only minutes. She could hear the coachman becoming angry with her for keeping him out in the cold for so long. She had already told him she would be a while, and he should wait inside the carriage for her, but he didn't listen.

She dug around some more, but she still couldn't find it. She found some shriveled frozen flowers along the way, but none matched the description Joseph had given her.

It began to snow harder. Harry sighed in defeat and headed back down to the carriage. As she walked back, she had an uneasy feeling that someone was watching her.

She met back up with the coachman, who had no nice things to say about her, and the two of them made their way back towards the village. As the carriage moved, Harry couldn't help but notice how rickety it was becoming. She pulled down the window and called to the coachman, "What's going on?"

"It's the snow!" he shouted back. "It's coming down so hard I can barely see!"

The snowstorm was starting to become a full-out blizzard. Harry struggled to roll the window back up, but it was already frozen. It was too slick for her gloved hands to pull with full strength. She left the window down and huddled against the opposite side of the carriage. The snow was already beginning to creep inside.

The carriage was becoming even more rickety. Harry wondered if they had made it past the village yet. Before she could shout to the coachman again, she suddenly felt the carriage turning. With a loud thud, the carriage was flipped over sideways.

Harry sat up. Her body was sitting against the window, luckily she didn't shut the other one so she could climb out. She struggled to grip properly, but fortunately, she was stronger than she looked. After pulling herself to safety, she called out to the coachman once again.

"Are you okay?"

He was lying on his side. Harry looked to where the horses were supposed to be. They were gone. They must have gotten loose when the carriage tipped over and ran away.

Harry bent down and shook the coachman awake.

"Princess?" he asked.

"Are you okay?"

"I think so."

The man sat up. The sight of the carriage and having no horses seemed to anger him even more.

"Great," he huffed. "Now we're stuck here during a storm."

Harry looked around. Despite the snow covering the majority of the houses, she felt like she knew where she was.