>>6005808You look at her for a moment. Her eyes are filled with blind determination. Maybe she’s saying the truth, maybe she would die for you. That would be a useful asset to have. But… There’s an odd feeling in your head, it reminds you of the headache, but it doesn’t hurt. You hear voices arguing, a young man arguing with your father.
“You may not care, but I do!” The young man says.
Your father responds to the voice. “You are as weak as your father.”
The thought recedes. You see the maid had hunched herself forward from her seat. “Princess, are you well?”
“I am.” You reply. You feel the carriage thud on the ground. The door is opened by one of the carriers who bows deeply waiting for you to exit, you see the palace steward waiting for you up ahead.
You know that he will take you to your father as soon as you disembark. You feel cold all of a sudden, anxious, afraid. Others felt that way before your father, but you never did. You always kept your cool, you don’t remember fearing him. But now you do.
You see the bowing carrier look at you confused, then look back to the ground. You feel your body shake slightly from the anxiety.
“Princess…” The maid’s hand reaches out to your arm, but doesn’t touch. “Are you sure you are well?”
You slap her hand away and look straight at her with wide, angry eyes. “Don’t touch me!” You say out loud. She moves away, spooked, then worried. You look away from her in shame, narrowing your eyes.
You have only a moment left with this maid. Maybe you reacted too harshly? Something inside you tells you you did. It's not a headache, it's... sadness. A deep seated feeling of sadness.
>”Sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you.”>Just leave and get this over with.>Write-in. 