Freya's room
The once lit room was now shrouded in darkness with a single light, not enough to brighten the room. In the corner of the room, near the small light laid a figure all curled up against the wall. Her hand was on the switch which she played with while her eyes stared into the blackness.
She repeated the images in her head, not knowing how many times she has done it, the talk to losing her. She thought about whether things would have been different if she wasn't a princess. But sadness surrounded her once she realized that was impossible.
Hazel didn't care whether days passed or months, all she wanted was the pain to lessen. But each time her image flashed in her mind - betrayal, lies, and hatred were visible in her chocolate brown eyes crashing Hazel's hope down.
'Would she ever come into her life again?'
