~ Third Person's Point of View ~
A young woman closed her eyes when she heard the bitter truths.
She never imagined that her dreams and imaginations will lead her to the destination where she never wanted to reach out.
Tears springing into her sullen eyes. She held her breath as it was too hard to accept everything.
"I..."
"I am nothing,"
A crack voice sounded off.
But no one attempted to ask her. She was hurt by the painful revelation. Her heart was shattered into tiny pieces, her throat was embroidered of thorns that made her hard to breathe out.
However, the young lad before her tried to touch her but the swordsman stopped him.
Both of them watched over her. She held the magical paper and the King's diary as she looked at somewhere distant.
"Yo–young Princess,"
Lesther called her but she remained silent and in agony.
Zachary tapped his shoulder when Princess Shaotzie ignored the young lad.
