The night seemed much more closer than the day that seemed it was left far away from the reality. The sky and the clouds only lured a lonely mind to look forward and hope for some kind of natural response to the sadness that was felt.
The hopes were for the rain which seemed like something that was on hold for a long time. It wasn't pouring and the hopes only felt like they were turning more and more cruel.
"I hope it rains soon." She said to herself as if there was a longing wrapped around her every word. The carraige was moving forward and she kept thinking about something and yet nothing.
The words that she remembered from her father, were just faintly ringing inside her ears. She looked forward to her entry in the palace.
But to how unusual the entire setting was, she was constantly reminding herself of just one thing.
