Drusilla couldn't even remember the last time she had to run like this. Perhaps it was back in Raxuvia when they had participated in the wretched hunt in a maze. If it was even further back, it would've been during a time in her forgotten childhood.
For as far as Drusilla could remember, she had lived her life in the palace. She vaguely remembered spending her days on the streets, living in poverty until her mother decided to pack them up and move to the palace. Even now, grown, Drusilla could remember the sheer delight and confusion she had felt when she was told to call the king her father.
Even as a child, Drusilla knew the power of wealth. Wherever the king was, that would be where wealth would be as well. If the king was her new father, it meant that she was now a princess. She no longer had to eat stale and moldy bread for her meals and the winters would no longer be cold.
