"I want to hide from myself" Queen Celia said.
"And where is the fun in that?" Embrose said mockingly.
"I do not feel happy when you make fun of me like that" Queen Celia argued.
"I am not making fun of you sister but I am truly asking you the simple question. When you know that fighting is the only choice you have than why do you always want to run" Embrose asked Queen Celia.
"You are asking the question which has no answer. I want to fulfill my promise, my oath to our grandmother but every time I am forced to get down" Queen Celia said.
"It is because the right time has still not come" Embrose said again.
"And when will it come?" Queen Celia yelled impatiently. She had waited her whole life for the correct timing and still the correct time looked like a story to her… a myth… so away from her approach that she has started wondering if it is going to be real some day or not.
