Sol looked out the window of her room. On the city streets, she caught a glance of her sister wandering around sadly. The people had also noticed that their otherwise strong-willed princess had lost the spark. She smiled faintly as children gathered around her to hear her tell them how the rik’oti had been defeated. They didn’t seem to get enough of hearing how the city had been saved. It was often said that the only time anyone saw the princess smile nowadays was when the children talked to her.
- We have to do something Deó. I can not stand to see her like this.
- What do you suggest?
- I don’t know. Maybe father has some suggestions.
She looked down on the streets one last time where her sister and Dorcha now were sitting on a bale of hay surrounded by children.
- Please, just one
