The first hour or so, she had just sat where she had been left, the image of Ema leaving replaying all over in her mind, the sympathy and sadness in her voice. Maybe she imagined it all. Maybe the cook cared about her as much as the prince. That's right, not. One. Bit. And then again, maybe she did.
What would her father be doing at the moment? Shouting orders for a new upcoming troop for the search of his daughter? What would she have been doing right now if nothing of... This had happened? She knew. She would be up at her room, getting ready to sleep, or as she let everyone think. Yeah, she would be resting upon her matress, but with a book at hand, a small candle the only light that provided her view, other than the moonlight's glow, ofcourse.
Her thoughts wandered off, something she very much disliked to do, because most of the time, she came upon things that she did not want to imagine, nor happen. Things like this. But what did she think about? The ocean. She had read so much about it, and with what little she knew of it, and saw from the windows of her beloved palace, there was nothing as breath-taking as that.
The swaying of the breeze, the kissing of the shore and ocean, an ever-lasting love, the saltiness of the air that touches every one of her senses, the moonlight that shines down on her shoulders, carressing her revealed skin. For that moment, just for that second, she felt true joy, she lost herself in wonder and made out of nothing, the most true moment of her life.
And as quick and unexpected as it had come, it went, and she was plunged back down into reality, the breath actually being pushed out of her lungs as she felt that falling movement, and her eyes opened. It had all been a dream, but oh, all so true. With the thought in mind, she decided that she would ask the Prince, as foolish as it may sound, to take her to see the ocean. He would probably said yes, but considering what Ema had said before she had departed, the try was worth.
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The feel of sickness was one she had never once enjoyed, and to the most, this was certainly not her favorite.
The movement of her body felt hash as she felt hands grip her shoulder, a little too hard to the state she was in, though ofcourse not intentionally and in no way would they know, as coughs rose up in the atmosphere.
Words were being said, loudly, but they were unclear to her ears as much as she would try to understand. She didn't open her eyes for a few minutes. Actually, lets rephrase that; she couldn't. It was a weird sensation, scary too, not being able to open your eyes. The first two thoughts that came to your mind were, Am I dead? followed or continuing, Am I blind?
The inner fear didn't last too long before her body gave away to the small battle within her and she found herself in a room nothing like the one she had been left to stay throughout the whole night. Maybe it was all just a sick dream, that she had been taken away from her loved ones. But then again, that thought was proven wrong at the sight of the Cook and the guards. Certainly not. Her personal maid, helper, or whatever you would prefer to refer her as, looked nothing like her, but the small care still flashed in her eyes.
Sakura was paralized at first, not knowing what to say. Every inch of her body hurt, but mostly her head, the blood pounding in her head was almost too painful to bear. "I- My head," She said, the voice that slipped out of her lips alien to her.