Moonlight leaked in from the tiny window at the top of the cell, the three iron bars only good for holding people inside.
In a small prison cell where the smell of watered walls merged with the scent of moss and algae, a young lady sat on the ground.
Even the crescent moon couldn't compare with the beauty of her snow-white hair that flowed down her back and spread on the ground, yet no one seemed to care.
The hems of her purple dress spread on the floor and her veil hid away her face, yet no one seemed to care.
A chuckle escaped her as she rested her head on her knees.
Just a week back, not even the emperor would have dared to touch a hair on her body, but now.
"Who is this girl anyway?"
"We are being paid. That's all. I doubt those Acacia's would care about a single girl."
Even thugs of the underground district didn't care about who she was.
She was being forgotten by the entire world.
"Should I have not sent him back...?"
The lady thought but quickly shook her head.
