"As the noble blood runs through your veins you have magic in your system,"
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For a very long time Dianna tried to hide her secret. No matter the cost she refused to talk about it, to think about it even t...
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"Est difficillum se ipusum vinicere"
It's been five days. I recovered. Moved around the room, to the balcony and bathroom, slowly, because I still felt pain. It hurt, but I tried to ignore.
I was alone in my room since Amelia left. She told me this information and just disappeared. I didn't know what to think.
From one side I wanted to show them, to show everyone I'm not scared. I would come to doors, my hand was on the door handle, and another on doors, seconds from opening, but I would give up.
I'm not strong enough. Still, I always wanted to convince myself that I will do that, one day. Not this, I would think. Another one.
And days passed. I watched time outside. Weather. Persons. I came to my habitat of looking people outside. I couldn't get on the terrace but I would sit next to the doors and look.
Observe. Think. But one thing was different.
Prince didn't come. I would expect him every second, to open doors, say something, how I'm pathetic, how I act like a child or something like that. But he didn't come.
I imagined all the different situations in my brain. All possible scenes. But they were just that. My imagination.
I didn't know why is that.
He never mentioned Dannile. Only he is alive. And that one thing concerned me. I didn't know what happened to Danniel.
It's his fault that I felt like this. Like a scared cat, like someone powerless, and I wanted him dead.
I never thought that. I thought that everyone deserves a chance, or two. Depending on people, they would always choose good, but no.
Everything merciful in me left me when that person would pop up. There is no second chance. Just one thing prince promised when he said those words.
Every man who touches you will be dead.
But he wasn't. His friend was alive.
I didn't know is he in the cell, or he walked around free like a bird in the castle and that was a reason I didn't get out.
Well, partly. The second reason is that I didn't want people to feel sorry for me. I'm my person and just mine. I need no one's opinion.
Why I cared so much for Prince's opinion, I didn't know.
I rubbed my eyes; frustrated. This is a conversation I lead myself for three days. It was pointless. I never moved from that dot.
Why I came in here? For him? His meaning? Why did I care so much?
He did nothing good to me. He hurt me, killed everyone, tortured me, but I remembered our night talks, how he looked polite, real, human. And then when he saved me. When he looked frightened for my life, like he cared.
