The Princess could feel as Lady Precelle was tightening the corset on her waist to hold the black dress on her body.
Her eyes were far off from reality as she kept on being reminded of that day. The horrific day which she never imagined would come to pass.
Her black long strands were pulled back gently and tied in a simple low ponytail as the remaining strands were tucked behind her ears.
Three days.
It has been three days since the night of her wedding.
Three days since she decided to go get married to Master Filen.
And three days since he died in her arms.
And those three days might have been the worst days the Princess has lived after she was kidnapped.
She hadn't been able to take a single drop of blood ever since that incident. Each time she saw blood, she would vomit when she got reminded of the blood that leaked out of Master Filen's mouth when he died.
