Our Savior

“Is this your room?” the prince asked as he followed me into the small room.

“It’s small, isn’t it?” I asked shyly.

“It feels cozy in here,” he replied as he looked around.

There wasn’t much to see to begin with and I was certain that he was just saying that to ease my worries. Old memories came flooding back and soon enough I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes as I started to feel even more emotional than before. I turned to conceal my face from the prince as I pretended to look around the room. I thought that I wanted to return to the orphanage but now that I was here, I felt a strange urge to escape from the place. Although I was happy to have the chance to return, I also felt uncomfortable at the same time. It was such a strange mix of feelings that left an empty feeling in my chest.

“Thank you for bringing me back here, Prince Leonard,” I thanked him formally.

“You’re welcome. I just thought that you might be missing home,” he replied tenderly.

“It’s hard to explain what