Moira
I wake up feeling a bit dazed, it takes me awhile to get used to my surroundings. I’m not in my room nor am I in a hospital bed. The room that I am in is really nice, sweet and feminine. I think I know where I am, I’m in one of those rooms in the royal wing. I start to remember everything; I was hit by Troy because some of his people got caught and he didn’t want the palace warriors to catch me. He hit me so they would think that I was a heroine, trying to save the Queen. He cared about me so much, it showed me that he loved me dearly.
It seems like his plan was working because instead of prison, I’m actually sleeping inside one of the nicest rooms in the royal wing. Still not inside Boone’s room, but better than nothing, for now. I wonder what happened outside, have they managed
