It’s painful. I can accept all types of rejection and unacceptance, but not this, not the curtailment of my freedom and forgetting the love of my life, the only reason that keeps me going. My life has been all black and white until the day I met William in the palace garden five years ago. Up to now, I have been comforting myself with the thinking that one day, he will come and save me from this stuffy environment inside my parent’s castle, inside my own land, in the midst of my own people. Yeah, I thought that one day, I could leave this place legally without necessarily creating a noticeable exit. I mean, if only I could leave, for a reason that is natural, like marrying someone who would take me out of here. Well, that was just a distant hope. My mind knows that I can never do that, giv
