Dressed in a pastel gown that flowed down her waist and adorning a crown made of the most authentic flowers from her garden, Eleanor ran through the hallways and passages of the giant castle.
With her heart struggling to catch up with her feet and her beautiful face etched with dread and horror, she ran frantically towards the portal room.
She kept running but somehow her feet felt like they weren't listening. She had to go and stop him. She had to change his, or else she would never be able to forgive herself.
Guards, who were responsible for making sure that the princess didn't leave her chambers and especially not for the portal room, ran behind her–trailing her.
But not one of them was strong enough to stop the horrified girl. She couldn't lose the person who meant the most to her
