It was the night of no moon. The whole western castle was drowned in the darkness, except for the very last room of the north wing. A little candle was trying its best to light up the massive room. The room was filled with silence, just like the rest of the castle. A fragile torso was laying down on the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. Her one hand was resting on her forehead and another one was on her chest. Her dry lips were a little apart. Her hair was in a mess. The untouched food was still on the little dining table by her bed. But the pain of betrayal of her owns made her condition worst.
It had been a week now; princess Maybelle was caged inside her own room. Only her brothers came to visit her these days. They used to bring food for her, but she had hardly eaten anything.
