I woke up to the sound of alarm jabbing my head. “I hate day breaks” I murmured. Pain was the unstoppable clock while my problems the unforgivable sweetheart.
It was midnight; perfect time to let my tears flow in the waves. I cried for few hours, washed my face and embraced my bed. Locking all sorrows with sanity, while waiting for that perfect day to unfold, when my flesh would be sacrifice for our land purification.
Realization would dawn on people that the princess isn’t a virgin.
Would I be bold enough to say it was lost to the king?