The climb up Bellmont Hill was brutal.

Forty-seven bikers pulled the carriage by hand.

No engines.

No cheering.

Only the steady sound of boots against pavement and Sophie’s tiny bell ringing whenever they reached another turn.

The police followed behind.

Not to stop them anymore.

To make sure traffic stayed away.

When we reached the top, Sophie looked around.

“This isn’t my castle.”

Ethan smiled.

“Not yet.”

At the top of the hill stood an abandoned children’s rehabilitation center.

Its windows were boarded.

The garden was dead.

The sign above the entrance had nearly fallen down.

Sophie stared.

“What is this?”

Ethan looked at the building.

“My first castle.”

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That was when the truth finally came out.

Twenty-five years earlier, Ethan had built a similar carriage for his younger daughter, Mia.

She had been born with a degenerative muscle condition.

She loved fairy tales.

He built her a little blue carriage so she could ride in the town parade.

But the parade never happened.

Mia’s health deteriorated before he finished it.

She died at eleven.

The carriage stayed in his garage.

For years.

He couldn’t sell it.

Couldn’t destroy it.

Couldn’t even touch it.

Then, after meeting Sophie at a community workshop, he heard her describe exactly the same dream.

A carriage.

A parade.

A chance to choose where she went.

He rebuilt the idea.

This time…

he promised himself…

the princess would reach the end.

Sophie looked at the old rehabilitation center.

“Why did you bring me here?”

Ethan reached into his vest.

He removed a small brass key.

“Mia spent six months here.”

“What did she want?”

He looked toward the boarded windows.

“She wanted every child here to have somewhere beautiful to go.”

Sophie looked at the building.

Then at the bikers.

“Can we fix it?”

Ethan smiled.

“That’s why you’re here.”

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Over the next several months, the Iron Lantern riders transformed the abandoned center.

One rebuilt the roof.

Another repaired wheelchairs.

A retired electrician rewired the building.

A former plumber restored the bathrooms.

Someone painted the walls purple because Sophie demanded it.

The old carriage became part of the center’s entrance.

Children could sit in it.

Roll into it.

Decorate it.

Pretend.

The town began volunteering too.

The same people who had once feared the bikers brought food, books, and toys.

But there was one problem.

The city still refused to approve the carriage for public roads.

The red tag remained.

Then, during the center’s opening ceremony, Sophie found something hidden behind the carriage seat.

A small metal box.

Inside was a letter from Mia.

Not to Ethan.

To whoever came next.

If another princess ever sits here, don’t tell her the world is too dangerous.

Teach her how to make it safer.

Sophie read the letter twice.

Then looked up.

“Ethan?”

He was crying.

Because Mia’s final sentence had never been meant for him.

It had been waiting for Sophie.

— END OF PART 2 —