Soft as a Spike by Deiri Di

I have a secret.

It is the only reason I survived the Order Academy. While others clawed for rank or bled for favor, I kept my head down and my body hidden so I could stay invisible. Useful. Forgettable.
For years, that was enough.
Until the Barons decided I had outlived my usefulness.
I squired for them. Worked as a pack-mule for their Dungeon Dives and cleaned up after their messes. But paperwork is inconvenient when a body lost in the labyrinth requires none at all. So they did not dismiss me.
They delivered me.
To the dark beneath the school. To the shifting corridors and blood-slick stone.
To the Minotaur who rules it.
What he hunts, he claims.
What he chases, he catches.
And this time, I am the prize.