It was silent after Tessa had left the Princess's room. Princess Cordelia, the young naive girl, sat quietly on her bed with her knees pulled to her chest. She was still dressed in rags. She didn't feel like changing, For some reason, she didn't care if anyone saw her in poor rags. She didn't care if her little secret would soon be revealed in the Palace. The rags were the only proof she had that something had happened between her and Zen.
As happy she was, there was a sadness. She was glad to have met someone like Zen, to have such strong feelings towards someone. But she knew that the path she was walking on was dangerous. There was no point walking on the toxic path leading to misery and heartbreak. The worst part was that she was already halfway through the path. Oh there was heartac
