The prophecy of a blind heiress

The Mysterious stranger

Hartson had been tracking the secret passage from the forest for hours, his senses on high alert as he navigated the narrow tunnel. He had seen everything from a distance, watching as Princess Hazel and her guard had first escaped, only to be caught up by Lady Victoria's men. He had witnessed the brutal murder of the guard, and his heart had gone out to the young princess.

Determined to uncover the truth and help the princess, Hartson had followed the passage, his curiosity getting the better of him. As he turned a corner, he saw a figure huddled in the corner of a cell. It was Princess Hazel, her blind eyes sunken and weary, yet still radiating a beauty and captivation that took Hartson's breath away.

As he approached her, Princess Hazel's head jerked up, her ears perked up as she sensed his presence. "Who's there?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Hartson stepped forward, his eyes locked on hers. "My name is Hartson," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm from the kingdom of Winsland. I've come to help you."

Princess Hazel's face was a mask of caution, her blind eyes narrowing as she tried to sense Hartson's intentions. But as he reached out to touch her hand, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. It was as if she had been touched by fire, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to this mysterious stranger.

Hartson's touch was gentle, yet firm, and Princess Hazel felt a sense of comfort and security that she had never felt before. She had always been wary of strangers, but there was something about Hartson that put her at ease.

As they stood there, Hartson's hand still touching hers, Princess Hazel felt a sense of wonder and excitement that she had never felt before. She had always been trapped in her darkness, but with Hartson by her side, she felt like she could see the world in a whole new light.

"Who are you?" Princess Hazel asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hartson smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm someone who wants to help you," he said. "I've seen what Lady Victoria has done to you, and I want to help you escape."

Princess Hazel's face was a mask of determination, her blind eyes flashing with a fierce inner light. "I don't need your help," she said, her voice firm. "I can take care of myself."

Hartson's smile faltered, but he didn't back down. "I understand that you're independent," he said. "But you have to admit, it's not safe for you to be here. Lady Victoria will stop at nothing to keep you imprisoned."

Princess Hazel's eyes narrowed, her face set in a determined expression. But as she looked at Hartson, she felt a sense of uncertainty that she had never felt before. She didn't know if she could trust this stranger, but she knew that she couldn't deny the way she felt when he touched her.

As they stood there, the tension between them was palpable. Hartson's eyes were locked on Princess Hazel's, and she could feel his gaze burning into her skin. She knew that she had to make a decision, to trust this stranger or to send him away.

But as she looked into Hartson's eyes, she knew that she couldn't send him away. She felt a sense of connection with him that she had never felt before, and she knew that she had to take a chance on him.

"Okay," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll let you help me."

Hartson's face lit up with a smile, and he reached out to take Princess Hazel's hand. As their hands touched, Princess Hazel felt a spark of electricity run through her body, and she knew that her life was about to change forever.