During the remaining hours of the night, sleep was far from his eyes. His mind seemed caved into his encounter with the princess as he lay straight on the bed with Silverena not taking her eyes off him.
The memory of his fight with the princess still lingered, her pain-stricken eyes echoed in his mind.
To everyone else, she was a courageous and strong princess, but he knew behind her mask of strength, she was slowly withering away, her turmoil unnoticed by all. Her eyes had revealed a depth of pain that he couldn't shake off, a suffering she hid from the world.
She had only barely fought to calm herself but he saw the pain deep within her. The Horndragons. Always the ones in celebration over the victories they secured conquering kingdoms, acquiring power, and living a life like the superior. Never did he know that the castle itself harbors chaos.
