"It always seems impossible until it's done."
-Nelson Mandela
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Ysabel was out of breath. She was clinging to the thought that she'd be able to make it. But as the running spree continued, she was about to give up halfway.
The man had run close to the woods. It was the same woods that she and Hinrik had scoured the other night.
The young monarch placed a hand over her heart, letting her feet rest. She was grateful for the trees as the shades now protected her from the sun's rays. But she was back to being thirsty, her legs about to give up.
Ysabel knew she would be in danger if she were careless in the woods. She needed to keep her senses on high alert.
Prince Hinrik was no longer there to keep her safe. She was by herself.
"Ugh," Ysabel grimaced, dreading the fact that she was hoping he was there with her again. "I shouldn't allow myself to be this weak."
