Initially, I resisted boarding the carriage, so the traffickers resorted to tying my hands and dragging me behind the carriage.
I was rubbed against the ground, my skin tearing and the pain becoming unbearable. However, I remained resolute, refusing to shed a single tear.
As the carriage continued its journey, I suddenly heard the sound of someone in hot pursuit from behind.
"Who the hell is getting in my way!" the coachman cursed.
A man who sounded like a guard shouted, "I'm acting on my master's orders. How dare you defy him!"
With a scream, the human trafficker was whipped out of the carriage.
Master? Who was it?
My body felt like it was about to split apart with pain, and I felt someone quickly come over and pick me up.
He called out in an anxious tone, "Matilda, I'm late.
"Do you still recognize me? I'm Edward Rothschild."
The King's name was indeed Edward Rothschild, and I could confirm his identity by his attire.
Edward brought me back to the palace. More precisely, he carried me in his arms and organized a grand ceremony to welcome my arrival.
The extravagant event garnered significant attention and was met with great fanfare.