She did not know how long she had stayed curled up like that on the cold floor. Her tears had dried up and her lips were chapped and bitten in attempts to hold back the sound of her sobs. She had been too optimistic and foolish in her dreams for a new future. A bitter laugh then escaped her lips.
Why had she expected that a man who had conquered nations and made her country function with close to none autonomy and controlled trade and economy would be kind to her?
What was she hoping for?
The train wreck of her depressing thoughts was broken by a shrill familiar whistle that pierced the night sky. As always, her feet moved on their own before her mind did. She stumbled, almost crashed into the large decorative vase near the balcony door as she threw it open.
There was he was.
Dress
