Snippet #1891096

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."