Princess Loaisa was bathing with her own sweat. Three days and four nights. The Wolfsbane had taken blood from her four times and injected pain killers on her system after but none seemed to help Princess get better. Every day was torture. Tears seemed to continue for eternity. She wasn’t hungry despite barely finishing the food served to her. She had been sleeping all day and night but Princess Loaisa was exhausted to the core. And for that night, nightmares kept occurring to her, leaving her breathless and panting for nothing in the locked up room. Blindly, she found her way to the door and banged on it desperately, only for her body not to be heard. Soon, each knock was going weak and faint. Princess Loaisa was certain she would die in that room.
Until she heard footsteps approaching
