Third-Person Narrative.
For days, Nala remained behind the walls of her room, unwilling to let anyone in.
On that horrible day of the council meeting, she'd left the hall with tears in her eyes.
Tyron had called her name more than once, but she was too shattered to notice.
She shut the door of her bedroom and remained inside it, sobbing quietly until her chest hurt.
Tyron's knocks come upon the door severally. He called out to find out if she was alright. Sadly, Nala wasn't in the mood to respond to his words.
After a couple of minutes of waiting for her reply, Tyron walked away and left her in her solitude.
Never did he know it was going to be worse than that.
Several days passed and he still hadn't heard a word from her.
Nala stayed away from him and everyone else, hating herse
