My head hurts from crying, but my chest hurts even more. I heard everyone run towards me, but they stopped halfway. Only one footstep continued to head towards me and helped me get up. When I finally stood up, my eyes widened to see who it was.
“A Deion never bows to anyone,” the lady in front of me said as he grabbed onto my arms firmly. Little did I know—even more, I burst into tears.
“Shhhhh. Calm down now, my child,” she said as she embraced me. I did the same, but more tightly.
“How? How did you know that it was me?” I asked, perplexed.
“Your people will know you no matter what you look like, especially me, my child. A simple sorcery can’t hide the appearance of the princess that we have been waiting for all these years.”
“You’re alive,” I said as I hugged the woman in front of
