Sakura Hayashi's Story

The question brought her out of the deep thoughts that clouded her mind. How did this... Came to be? she wondered, it must have taken years! No, not years, eons!

The ocean, they indeed had it in the coasts of Apan, but it was something forbitted to her. She was ready to answer him, her lips parting as the words almost came out, "My father never allowed me to visit it." She would have said if it wasn't for him stopping it. Her head dropped slightly, it wasn't important. Of course, because the thoughts of a foolish young girl, a prisoner to add, weren't of importance. But then again, he left the quoestion slightly opened for her to reply. She didn't.

Behind her, the door opened. Looking behind her shoulder, she noticed one of the guards as he to speak of the Prince.

They shared a small conversation. The clouds were rolling in, thick and smoky gray. It didn't take too long before the guard was dissmised and she was left alone with him once again.

By that time, she had gone back to the falls, the upcoming no more of her worries. If she would be allowed to stay here for the rest of her life, she would not hesitate to accept it; this was more than she ever asked for, a beautiful beyond explenation.

"You name... What is it?" The question was out of the blue, as was the strong wind that wipped her long hair into her eyes. Pushing it out of her face, she placed it behind her ears, which didn't help much due to the continuing strong breeze.

After it managed to calm down, she let out a small sigh, turning to him, "Sakura... I must say I'm suprised you didn't know it by now, your highness."[/b] She would atleast have expected for him to read her name. It wasn't like she was a nobody truly, not even in this kingdom.

It was painful. That was the best word she could find as her gaze broke from the sight and she turned to once again return to the castle's protection.

Inside, the silence was overwhelming, such a difference between the strong crashes of the falls. She was left with nothing more than a "Here." In return, she gave him a small smile. not a show of teeth or a shine of eyes, but just enough to let him know she was thankful. Her face out there must have said more than words ever could.

The room was well-sized and furnished. She found a white cotton nightsuit and put it on after removing the white dress she had been given to wear. Folding it, she placed it on the right side of the matress at the top corner, the shoes at the foot of the bed. With one last look, she allowed herself to sink into the ocean of blankets and fall into a light, dreamless sleep.

The sleep didn't last long, as she was waken by the hungry sounds of the breeze that once blew gently and now threatened to destroy everything in its path.

The falling rain and impossibly strong wind was something she would have feared if put outside in the open space and left to experience it. Inside, she was granted with the promise of safety, something she could have not been more gracious for. Luckily, her room lacked of any windows, well, if counted a extremely small one at a far edge above a wooden desk, which didn't stop rattling. The glass, she swore, was about to collapse under such  forces, but it still hung on to the wall, staying strong. She wondered how a thing as thin and fragile could withstand something much more powerful. Maybe that was how everything was, stronger than it seemed. Maybe she was like that. She hoped when the time came, she could be as tough at that glass one day, and not shattered under the pressure.

At times, she believed that even a building like such could be damaged greatly, that it moved with the wind itself, slowly giving in. But it didn't. 

The hours slowly went by and she wandered around her room, eventually gathering enough courage to push the door open. She wasn't surprised by the sight of the gathered guards a few meters ahead. With another push, she stepped out into the hall, darkness falling over her. In her room, she had found an oil candle like the ones back home and lit it. Here, the lanterns shone With a dull, tired glow as if worn out of energy and oxygen, but it was enough to allow her to navigate her way without coming to a wall.

Maybe they would let her go, get a drink. The air was humid, making her thin clothing stick to her skin as well as her hair to the sides of her face. Surely they wouldn't be that cruel. At the end, she was led by a guard, a few years older than her, she guessed as they walked in awkward silence.

Before long, they heard a rather loud voice and someone in the background complaining about such ruckus. Sakura chuckled slightly, wondering whoever could be speaking at that level. Since she had been taking the lead as far as to this point, a small hint of curiosity hit her and she steered the other way. To be honest, she had the not slightest idea of where the kitchen could have possibly been at the point where she stood. In other words, she was just walking around, unaware of where she was.

With hesitation, she continued walking the small distance and got just enough to see the Prince walk into another room. Until now, he had been out of her mind, but the way she ended the conversation with her last words did not please her and now left her with a somewhat terrible feeling. It was in a way his duty to know my name... But then again, he could have just forgotten, right?

She doubted he had forgotten, but she still would have liked to talk to him a little bit more. The older man now did some push ups which only made her go through some trouble of not trying to laugh. 

The other guard had a questioning look toward the one that had been with her. She whispered something into his ear, the one she had walked. With another guard, she told him, there was nothing she could do, and anyways, she wouldn't bother.

He seemed to be glad, tired out, the last thing he would want to do, she guessed, was watch a girl wander endlessly.

Silently, she made her way across the area, not caring about the one that now so closely watched every movement she made. Entering the room the Prince had walked in, she saw him, sitting, his back to hers. She hoped she didn't startle him when she spoke, answering the question he did not let her answer, "My father never let me outside the castle walls." Maybe that was why she felt... Alright being here, imprisoned, because back at home, she was a prisoner. "I never saw the ocean because I wasn't allowed to leave royal grounds."

"I would have gone mad," at that, her head lowered slightly. Indeed she had gone mad, how could one not? But that was many years ago, and the rebellion within her soon washed away like the water that she saw every day yet could never touch or taste. Until not too long ago, and it had been magnificent.

The clear container that she had been handed was a thing she took hold of without hesitation, the crystalline liquid the biggest reason she had walked out of her room in the first place. Quietly, she took a drink, gulping down almost half of what she had been given, the cold of it reddening her dry mouth. With a quick movement, her tongue moved around the frame of her lips, wetting it from it's parched state. She didn't seem to pay attention that the man had drank out of it, that was the least of her worries at the moment.

She didn't take a seat though, and just decided to stand. Moving to where she could face the prince, she kept a meter or two of distance between him and herself. Her grip was still tight on the glass that was slowly freezing her hand, bringing a small, but pleasurable pain. A chuckle escaped her, and then she heard him a apologize. It didn't bother her. To be truthful, she had more freedom here, in a way, than she had back home. That didn't mean she didn't miss Apan. She did, and very much, despite the small amount of time sue had been here.

For a moment, he seemed annoyed and a look of slight worry crossed her face, had she done something wrong? She had barely spoken! Or should she have said something? Not enough time was give  for her to argue once again with herself before a loud nose sent her shrieking, and to almost loose her balance. Some of the water spilled on the floor, and she silently cursed to herself before she let her gaze switch to the prince then to the window.

A handful of guards and the prisoner that was apparently from her kingdom packed into the room, but were soon sent away by Kaiyle. She wondered if he would have done that to her as well. Yes, with the few times she had seen him speak and act, it would be most likely. But why didn't he shoo her away then? Pity maybe. At the thought, she was angry, she didn't want anyone to feel pity for her.

One thing they seemed to have in common was he lack of social interaction they had and he seemed to have trouble speaking, well, at least to her as much as she had trouble with him. But for her, she was almost sure it involved mostly every human being that she didn't live in her palace.

The last guard seemed to linger a while longer and took a quick look at her which made the girl take a step back, again wondering what she had done. She hated how life in the palace had left her so vulnerable, she knew it well, and hated it. She hated how she hadn't understood that, knowing very well that it meant more than just a look between her and the prince.

Pushing the irritating thoughts away, she found her hand shaking slightly. Not sure of he reason, wether of the sudden crash or the slight anger she had previously felt, she took a quick drink and set it down in the nearest appropriate place with a wobbly grasp.

Remembering about the spill she quickly looked around the room, in search of something she could use to dry it. Her gaze stopped at the prince for a second, he which had already closed his eyes and let his head fall backward, as if nothing had happen only a few minutes ago. Sighing Worley, she bent down and used the  hem of her dress to dry the small splotch. Look at me, she though, What a poor excuse of help. I can't even completely wipe Water off he floor. The cotton was slightly damped and she threw her head back in silent anger.

The seat still held enough room for her to take a sit an appropriate distance, so she quickly stood and moved over there, and without a word took a seat on the far edge. It was so awkward, to talk to him, so the words that came out were not much louder than a mere whisper, "Do-do you guys get such storms often?" 

His words didn't help much for the fact that she feared the castle might be blown away with the wind. Silly thing to hold on to, but in a way, it could be possible. The castle stood strong, but mother nature could be merciless at her wish. She had heard and read in stories, how winds could tear thousands of homes away, leaving nothing but bare ground.

She also had wondered if this was happening back in Apan, and if it was, where the towns and cities  completely destroyed? What about the castle she had lived in for her whole life? If they saw the storm coming well before it got there, surely they would evacuate as many families into the castle rooms as they could, there was more than enough space. If it had[/] come, she at least hoped they tried their best to help as much families as possible.

Oddly, she also feared for the safety of the people here, how many will die due to this weather? Just because the Kingdoms did not favor each other at many times, didn't mean the people that lived under their rule where the ones to blame. She had seen her father's words cause chaos, and it was not the people who should be in any way punished by his actions, foolish at many points, but even she feared to tell him so.

As he stood, Sakura looked at him slightly puzzled. Of course Sakura would follow him, after a not-so-rare moment of hesitation. Why would she ever think that he would want to sit and talk to her for long? Sure, he had said for her to follow him this time, but then again, he could have just walked away without a word. She reminded herself that he could care about her as much as any other prisoner, and that any moment, if wished, he could, with every right, walk away.

Pushing the thoughts out of her mind, she was silent to stand and follow him, the water she had been offered not too long ago didn't seem to last much, and once again, she was left with a dry mouth. Looking back, just before leaving, she regretted not getting more of the cold liquid that would now satisfy her again.

After a series of turns, and weird enough a staircase, fear started to flood into her system. Where was he taking her? For a moment, she thought he might leave her out into the open alone. But that would be impossible! He couldn't be that cruel, right?

She was almost sure the fear on her face could be seen, and she hated herself, why couldn't she control her emotions? When he opened the door, she was relieved to see that it was nothing more than a room. [I]Way up, she thought. Would he leave her here alone?

"The windows up here are stronger," Well, it wasn't a quick, possible death at least.

She jumped as soon as one of the windows started to open, and those horrible thoughts came back. Is he going to throw me out? it didn't take long for her to notice that no wind was coming in. So it could be just a normal window. Sakura made her way to the view, as she was in a way ordered, and found her breath being stolen once again. Truthfully, she heard nothing that the Prince said, but she stayed quiet. The noise from the winds was faint through the thick walls and windows, but it was the wilderness of it all was what made it so beautiful. A freedom she would never have. And she felt anger, senseless really, but it was there. Something she would never have.

Turning around, to where the prince would see only her side, Sakura walked at a rather quick pace, away from the opened window and past all the closed ones. Her fingers latched to the first thing she could get hold of from the wall, a small, unlit lantern that hung from a beautifully carved hook and threw it as hard as she could. It had not been too heavy, and it flew across the room, missing the prince by about a foot, the glass shattering under the impact, its silver frame crashing down along with it. She hated him. How could he show her something she could never have? It was like waving a large piece of sweet to a little child and then laughing in its face. "How could you?" She screamed.

It took a moment for her to process what she had done just a few seconds ago, and she gasped in terror. Her knees giving up on her, she fell to the floor on her two knees. Her hands covered her face as she felt the hot tears burn her skin. How could she just have done that? The prince could have very well been hurt. He was just trying to help her, and look what she had done in return.

In a way, she would have enjoyed the silence that the castle back home offered. She had word over every soul that stepped upon the tiles. Well, other than her parents, her authority with them reached to a certain point, much lower than those of the servants, but many of the things she asked for were easily placed in her hands. She had word over wether she would have liked to be left alone or if she would have liked to speak to someone other than herself.

When she was no more than a child, which she had to admit, in many ways she still was, her parents had brought a boy for her to befriend. She had complained only once, of the kids that she saw playing outside. And she had envied them. So they got her a 'friend'. More of a forced kid to follow her around all day and pretend to like her. It didn't turn out that way though, and soon, they had become close, exploring places in the castle she had never before dared to roam.

He had been her only companion, but before the second year of adventures and schemes ended, he mysteriously disappeared. She had looked for him, but he had never been found. The calls where distant and she ignored them, only wishing that she didn't come up.

The memories surprised her as much as her actions. She had never allowed herself to think of that. She just figured he had been sent back to his family or to start his new profession. And now more than ever, even though the woman's thoughts were only to comfort her, she only wished to be left alone. Oh, how lonely had she felt after being left with no one to speak to. She had been devastated, but of course, she had told her parents nothing. And now, that was all she needed time to be alone.

Involuntarily, she felt being hauled up. Sakura looked at Ema and frowned slightly. The tears had long ago dried and she sniffled softly. Too worn down for words, she just shook he head and hoped that was enough to stop the questions. Thankfully, it seemed to work.

Once back in her room, she paced around, frustration swelled up inside of her. Had she been nuts? He could have hurt her, she could have hurt him! Letting out a small grunt, the only thing she wanted to do was scream, scream out into space, where no one could hear her. But she didn't, instead, she ignored the lady that now waited in a chair. Waited for what, she wasn't sure.

He would surely not speak to her after this. What if he started treating her like a true prisoner, she wouldn't be able to stand that!

And more importantly, where were her parents? Had they decided just to leave her here to rot? She wondered what kind of things her father would he willing to do to get his daughter back. If it came to a war, just for her, would he risk so many lives? For more than a moment, it was hard for her to believe, but he must. He had to. Or had he already been bribed? 

Ema had too soon made herself comfortable. She didn't say anything, the woman had been so sweet with her she didn't want to drive her away just because she didn't feel exactly happy at the moment, it was certainly not her fault. Instead, she rolled to her side, landing on somewhat the middle of the bed and sighed. 

"Tell him I'm so sorry," She murmured almost too soft. After a second or two, she added, "Can I be alone?"

It came out more as a statement, but also a plead.

Once alone, in the quiet, she rested her face on a pillow, her nose obviously complaining with her position, but she ignored it and screamed, as hard and high as she could. Her cries dissolved into the softness of the pillow, as if they were not even happening. Before she was aware, she had fallen asleep into a wet pillow and both warm and soft mattress below.

Okay, so supper dupppppper sorry about such a late response. Like I told you in the message, I’ve been struggling the past few weeks, but I promise it won’t ever happen again –I have to say, no internet kills you slowly day by day x.x And since I’m writing this probably a while before I get on Internet once again, I don’t know how I might have survived–
Andddddd that no looking at the bed just gave me an idea that Kaiyle hopefully won’t approve of if it all goes right ;) And sorry if it sucks, I haven’t written roleplay posts in so long x.x But I tell you, hopefully about ten+ books worth of my time helped a bit if not a good amount.

The rushing events of the previous flashed back to her mind as moved across the room. It was rather late for the princess to be up, thinking about the plan, for her body to be moving across the silent, empty space, towards a dark trunk. The clothes from the night where dry, but she couldn’t stand the thought of wearing them any longer after they had been soaking with sweat. Just because she was a prisoner didn’t mean she still thought like a princess.

Fiddling with the sets of silks and cloths, she managed to find a white long-sleeved cloak with a black pattern adorning the edges of the sleeves and -thankfully- the hood. The cloth was not something she was very familiar with, but it was thick, hopefully enough to keep her partially dry. Finding simple top and brown pants, used for riding even though she wasn’t aware, she stripped herself of her thin dress, kicked off the shoes she had recently put on and pulled on the pants. Moving her arms and head through the holes, she pulled the hem down to where they met the bottoms. Her fingers moved quickly as she unbuttoned the tree large, dark brown, probably wooden, buttons and stepped inside the bottom connected part of the cloak, stuck her hands in the sleeves and buttoned it up. The top layer reached a few inches off the ground. She frowned slightly, looking down at the outfit. Ema probably used it to go to the village on rainy days? She thought she remembered Ema said that she hadn’t worn the clothes, but she wasn’t too sure if she indeed had said it, so she just shrugged off the thought. In the end, after trying to decide between three different types of shoes, she picked out a pair of thick-soled boots.

Pushing her hair back, she closed the trunk and flipped the hood over her head. She moved to the window, which indeed was fairly small, but thankfully big enough for her to be able to squeeze through it. Glancing through the room, she took a second to look around. Silly, she thought with a mental sigh, there’s nothing you can take here; this isn’t your home.

The window was fairly high, so she stepped on the table, biting her lip slightly as it creaked softly under her weight, as she mentally begged that it would hold up just a few more seconds until she opened the window. With clumsy, shaky fingers, she managed to push the window open after a few tries. Hauling herself up with rather weak arms, she scrambled to get through; her shoes kicking something off the table accidentally, which she prayed didn’t alert anyone, before she dug the heels of the boots and slipped through the window.

Sakura couldn’t help but regret the fact that she had thrown herself face-first into the bushes below, holding back a shriek as best as she could. Her body did an unnatural twist or flip before she landed down on her back, the sticks and thorns now starting to poke through the thick cloth. Grumbling softly under her breath, she pushed herself up, stumbling slightly on the first steps, growling slightly at the small scratches she now had in her hand, one starting to bleed, but it wasn’t anything serious. Pushing the hood forward a bit more so the rain couldn’t drench her head as quickly, she looked around making sure the coast was clear before she started to move forward. The princess didn’t bother glancing back once again before she cut across an empty clearing. She hoped the people didn’t bother looking at the bed until a while, she hoped they wouldn’t notice the pillows that she had put down in order to make it look like a body was laying down. She felt bad in a way, Ema had been so nice to her, and she was now repaying her with an attempt to escape. Kaiyle, well… It stung her heart as she remembered the way she had acted when he surely only wanted to help. It wasn’t her fault thought; her mind had gone blank as she had thrown the object across the hallway in anger. It wasn’t her fault that it reminded her once again of how she was just a prisoner under his command. Yet, with that action, he had seemed to start warming up on her. Her jaw clenched at the thought, he would have never Sakura, why must you have such silly thoughts? You’re just a meaningless thing in his eyes, something that brings the upper hand between the two kingdoms. Nothing more. That seemed to trigger something in her heart as she clenched her jaw, her large eyes narrowing slightly at the thought as she moved forward in the dim light, stumbling a few times where she didn’t catch a fallen object in the ground, the rain still making it fairly hard to see for her, the drops of water that managed to fall into her lowered face clung to her eyelashes and hit her eyes, annoying her to the core.

She stopped after a second to survey the area around her once again. Before, she hadn’t been focused on what was around her, just making sure that no one was there to catch her. Now, thanks to the dull morning rays that shone through the thundering clouds, she could make out the aftermath of the wind and rain. Branches, leaves, and she could swear a few larger pieces of stone and rock were scattered on the grass and pavement. Around her, trees had fallen in result of the extreme natural disaster they had experienced, another handful leaning against the castle walls. For the first time, she wondered if her castle had experienced the same thing… probably not. It’s a payback for kidnapping you, they are finally paying, a voice in her mind spoke up. She shook her head. No, Ema didn’t have anything to do with it; her kindness shouldn’t be rewarded by this. Kaiyle, he was a whole other story not too clear in her mind yet. The guards and workers, well, they must be good people, just under a command they could not deny. It’s just like that back at the castle, she pointed out in her mind, the people that work under father’s word, which is everyone, is the same. Maybe the two kingdoms weren’t so different after all.

She blinked; moving out of a train of thought that probably lasted enough that if she stayed still any longer, she might get caught. Turning, she rushed to move as rapidly and silently as she could.

The guards won’t be out, she decided, they must still be inside, they must. Her last words where rather a prayer than a statement, for she would most certainly be caught if there were to be anyone out; she couldn’t imagine the consequence. Maybe, just maybe, the storm had always been in her favor.

The outdoor castle grounds had been empty just as she had hoped, and soon, she managed to find the entrance. She growled inwardly was she noticed, duh, the gate was closed, why would they have it open in the first place? She had been foolish to think that she actually could have gotten away so easily. Maybe… No! she would not do that. But if it was the only way out of the castle, she had to give it a try. Her life was well high over anything else, and being a prisoner was much better than dying, but there was a possibility to survive. Cursing silently at the fairly quickly rising sun that was tugging at her heels, urging her to hurry, she moved again as quickly as she could; maybe she could jump down the waterfall. Kaiyle had mentioned there was a sort of machinery to hold back for if the people wanted a swim, but maybe she could jump over the railing. Surely, the river below led to land. Hopefully. Right now, all she could do was wish and trust her instincts, not that she should since they never really got her anywhere good as a result. With one last thought to make up her mind, she kept as much to the shadows as she previously had and started to move again.

The way to the back had taken much longer than she had expected and the princess had to enter the castle once again. Not too smart, but at least if she got caught she could say she was just wanted to take a walk around and hadn’t been able to find her way back so she went through the first door. They would believe it at least for the meantime, hopefully they wouldn’t be aware that there was at least one guard possibly by her door. It had taken her a few more minutes as she fumbled her way around the hallways, until she found the hall to the back, she just knew she had to keep going one direction and not turn the other way around, back to where everyone was.
Opening the door of the first floor, she thought back to the small trip she had to the front. It had been useless, a waste of her time. Once again, an example of why going with her instincts was a terrible idea that led to horrific or useless results. And yet here she was, doing it again. Could I get any more dumb? She thought as she felt an odd urge to hurt herself. She really was a foolish girl. The wind was harder here, the falls emitting a deafening sound. They surely where harder and faster today than the last time she had come, the first time actually, with Kayile. The thought brought another hurt to her heart and she fought back hard, growling softly at the thought. Stupid. With a breath, she started walking towards the edge.

Okay so, I realize there might be some mistakes referring to the previous posts but I don’t have access to them so please excuse me if there are any, just change them in your mind ): Ik, sorry sorry! And then on the other hand, I can’t help but think that maybe it was like *cough*hint, hint*cough* from you since you didn’t make her see the bed or wait for a response… If you did do that, I must say I feel smart and that was awesome of you xP
Anddd I know I might have just made her do possibly the stupidest thing ever, but it was just like, nagging me to write it out after I reread your last post!
I kind of hate myself here now that I wrote all this and read your post again. I had to switch a few things (Like that the rain was still going, something I don’t know how I managed to forget and a bunch more small details), sorry if I missed something and got it in the wrong note. I’m not sure now… Now I had a huge problem with timing, realizing that whether she’s jumping or not (I’m like totally cool with either, it would be epical to see her jump xP) would they be able to see her? If it was too early, no one would be up. Too late, stupid, they would see her. So I’m going with fairly late, like the start was when Ema was cooking? Since it’s raining, and you said the sun was shining, I am hoping that it’s fine that I changed it that even though it was shining, the rain made it fairly hard to see if the person was either too far or in the shadows. Yes, I know her cloak doesn’t help. UGH! Now the only thing I’m thinking is it’s horraaaabllllleee. I know, please don’t kill me x.x at least it’s a bit longer and I think it’s a bit more detail than I’ve used before? I hope, I’m doing it in Word so I’m not sure if it’s normal size or a bit longer, but I’m pretty positive it’s not shorter than my normal responses (I will seriously throw myself off a couch if it was shorter. No, I’m not dumb enough to say a bridge since it could possibly happen to be shorter). (I’m thinking kill me kill me kill me) So, maybe Kayile can catch her before she throws herself? I was thinking it would take her a while to sneak across. Maybe when she gets to the front gate, Ema and Kayile already had the encounter and while she’s heading to the other way, Ema already went to her room and left. I think that gives Kayile a fair amount of time to somehow (PLEEEEASE) get to see her in time. By the way, I just added the last paragraph a few sentences ago, I thought it was dumb just leaving her off as if was, still heading to the falls. That would not only hold back the roleplay unnecessarily in my opinion, but it would probably put you to write something you might have to make up, like idk, but sometimes like that, I would prob get writer’s block and have a hard time to write out a fairly large post. In case that would happen, I just wanted to not make you waste your time x.x Back to the throwing (Sorry this is so long, I feel like I have to say something x.x if you’re still reading, I must say I love you, a lot of people possibly would cut through this) I was thinking it was hopefully Kayile who would catch her. I hope her falls for vulnerabilityness (ik, not real word) and puppy eyes. Maybe not, since he would probably be super-duper mad, but hey, it’s worth the try ;D Hopefully he’ll warm up enough not to kill her… Lol, that would be somewhat comical, I can imagine him trying to choke her or something. Ugh, weird thoughts, I guess I’ve been reading too much about evil girls x.x I REALLY need the internet. Anyway, I’ll shut up and stop boring you. Oh gosh, I can’t wait to see xP

“You know, I felt free for the first time that day, when you showed me the falls,” A hushed voice broke the silence that the Prince had built between the two as soon as he had walked in.

Obviously, she wasn’t asleep. Rather, she was more than awake. If it hadn’t been for him, for his words out in the hall before he had walked away, she would be up and away. She was growing frustrated. She was growing hopeless.

They weren’t going to rescue her any time soon. Her father wasn't coming for her.

Sakura had come up with that conclusion as soon after a few hours of waiting. No one had come to check up on her, maybe to give her some time to herself, and she was glad for that.

When she was first brought, she had been forced to change to a new pair of clothes, a silky long-sleeved shirt, much more comfortable than the heavy clothes she had changed to before leaving the room she had been put it to rest last night.

Sitting up, she moved to four legs and crawled to the foot of the bed, taking a seat and tucking his legs under her once she was beside Kaiyle. “They’re not coming for me, Kaiyle,” She said softly, her eyes searching to meet his for the first time ever. Maybe that’s what he wanted, for them not to come to look for her, since it would make him job much easier… Not that she had given him enough trouble already.

She had been foolish, but there was no other way, she had to at least try, and after a lot of thought, falling down and dying wasn’t the worst way to die.
“I’m sorry, for all the things I’ve done,” The princess said, her right hand playing with her hair to keep herself busy, which someway made it easier for her to talk, “I just… Thought they would be coming from me. Now I see that they are not.”

Shrugging, she continued, “I won’t be doing anything like that again, it’s not worth it, not worth to risk anyone else’s life for mine.”
Turning her head, she searched for his eyes, trying to meet them. Would she find anger in them? Most likely, it had been stupid, no that wasn’t even the word.

Sorry it's a bit shorter, I just didn't want to bring everything too forward without seeing what he says to her words x3