My head is spinning and tears are flowing freely from my eyes as I run out the room into the dead of the night. I pick up a pace without stopping to get air until I reach the edge of a cliff in the wilderness.
I don't know how long I've been running for nor do I know where I am but I'm sure it is far away from the castle. I'd been able to navigate the big gates and guards without being caught and now, I stood just above a flowing stream.
I scream, crouching down to my knees as I drag my hair. My body shakes vigorously as I struggle to stop the tears from coming. I bang my hand on my head several times before raising my head up.
Shutting my eyes in anguish, wretchedness threatens to send me to an early grave with a fresh pang of woe stabbing at my bones and burning them up into flames. All attempts to understand why I am such horrible misery, for a man I didn't love.
