Princess Cassandra was sitting in her room writing the contents of the diary,
The room was quiet as if no soul was present. Only the noise of the paper and pen could be heard. At times Cassandra turned the pages of the diary as she rubbed her eyes.
The night was deep as the moon shone in the sky. A small lamp was burning on the table where Cassandra sat.
"How should I write it?" Cassandra sighed. She had been writing it for the last few hours. Cassandra knew that the morning sun would rise soon in a few hours.
'I should complete it soon.'
'Duke Salvador needs it.'
'I have to help him.'
'The Duke had even sent the people here to protect me.'
Cassandra looked at her hands that were paining due to intense writing, but the wounds on them had been erased.
Cassandra sighed. "I wish I had the power to heal. At least, I would be able to push my pain back."
"Is it?" A low voice said as Cassandra's heartbeat fastened.
