The mysterious man and I were outside the house.
It has been days since I woke up and started imploring that I was the bloody queen.
I highly doubt that.
I was sitting on a couch on the veranda mesmerized by the breathtaking view of the place despite being
covered with tall and massive trees.
It was peaceful here.
I glanced at the man who was trimming the plants a while ago, he is now watering the flowers that grew
in front of the house.
I have never seen those kinds of flowers before.
It's as if they never existed in this world.
He told me that it was him who planted those and it is because I've liked them before, he never let
anything dies in this place.
He was probably talking about Victoria.
But, I know that I'm not Victoria.
I will never be her.
The bloody queen...
I c
