- SIX -
I rode a horse out of my home this morning, prepared to carry out my mission. It is well past afternoon and I am close to the palace. I drew the lead rope backwards and my horse neighed while trotting to a stop.
Rage. An old friend I was once accustomed with is surging through my veins. Despite my in-between decision on whether to harm her or not, I can't help but look at her differently.
She's done nothing wrong to me. My conscience argued. She stole from me.
You're angry at her forefathers, not her. Don't make a mistake Six. With spite, I looked at the palace walls. They're so tall and strong yet the the height of the palace can be seen. People dine and live in such luxury yet a lot of people starve. The royals are meant to take care of their subjects not ruin them because
