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Princess Yeri.

I don’t have a reason to move an inch. I thought about it. Should I just go out and get a plate of food? I need strength if I am to continue thinking about everything that has happened. However, the moment I tried to open the door, it became useless…I lost reason. So, I stayed back in the bedroom.

The sun slants through the high arched windows, casting a thin rectangle of light onto the bed. It illuminates a sliver of my cheekbone, stark against the pallor of her skin. I squint my eyes. I must have forgot to close it earlier when the sky was blue and cold. I lay perfectly still. My once vibrant eyes sink and dull beneath closed lids. My hair, usually a cascade of glossy curls, lay tangled and dull around my face.

The sheets beneath me are rumpled and damp with sweat, clinging uncomfortably to her thin frame. The air in the small chamber hung heavy, thick with the scent of despair and neglect. Three days. It had been three days since I last left this room, since the wo