(Kim's Point of View)
I cried. I sobbed in a way I had never let out before, and I didn't stop until all of my tears were gone, leaving me feeling desiccated, broken, and helpless.
I didn't know what time it was, but the darkness outside my window informed me that it was night. I also didn't know how long I had been sobbing on the lonely bed, crying out for something I had never lost.
I curled up on my side, exhausted and ineffective. I thought I had everything planned out, that I finally knew the answers. I had come so close to having all the evidence. However, it was all gone now, all the evidence had vanished, and Arthur had forgotten who I was and thought I was his worst enemy.
When I first imagined my prince charming, I forgot about the fact that every princess must fig
