Princess Sofia.
If I could scream, I would.
Just how, how did I, a princess of King Zion, the goddaughter of Queen Lupita get to this place? I, once a darling of kingdoms, now finds myself sequestered in the Crimson Wing. This is a stark contrast to the gilded chambers that I once know, this wing is a shadowy corner of the castle, its proximity to the servants' quarters is a constant reminder of the anger that brews in my belly.
The Crimson Wing is a place of muted colors and long, echoing corridors. Dust motes dance in the sunlight that barely filters through the heavily curtained windows, casting a stupid gloom over the rooms. It’s a place of solitude, where the only sounds are the creaking of old wood and the distant murmur of life from the rest of the castle. Why do I have to be su
