People always ask why I keep my self locked away. The reason is because I'm wounded but not physically mentally.

I dash threw the halls at top speed hoping praying that I will make it in time. Imagine being late to your own wedding I laugh bitterly. Then again it's not like I have a choice to marry this…this…this human.

It will help the kingdom I remind myself. As I round the corner I trip. Of course I do a cartwheel to make it look like that was intentional cause there was this weird dude staring at me.

Well anyways it doesn't really matter. I have enough to worry about as is I never thought the day I finally go out and show my face would be so soon as I near the door to the main hall where I will be presenting my self I slow down.

I take a deep breath and when I say deep I mean DEEP. And I gracefully walk in just like I practiced over and over. As I walk in I feel the dagger I hide in my boot rub against my foot. At least I can protect myself if anything goes wrong. Little did I know I really did need that dagger.