Princess Sophia watched the dusk fall gradually, till the darkness enveloped her, leaving her clouded in its impenetrable hues. Her eyes were wide, her countenance stiff, the tears frozen solid in her eyes like crystals of broken diamonds.
It was haunting her, the revenge path she had taken, especially since everyday she realized just how foolish it had been. The thoughts repeated itself, kept on coming back, like the end of the dagger that lay at her feet.
With a small gulp, she turned slowly away, leaving the dagger as the only sign of their encounter.
Prince Alexander was lying in bed when she walked in, his back turned to her. It could have helped if she could see what he thought of her, if she could see his reaction to her coming back.
"I am aware of how childish this is. I know.
