“What are you trying to do Ibril?!” King Amarpolo shouted as soon as he saw the queen of Ignis, Ibril, trying to get down from the window. She still had not reach halfway but she could not go back up. The force of the gravity and the untextured of the alternative rope could not help her. She kept slipping in every move. She tightened her grip to the sheets. She made sure to place the sheet in between her chest and her legs for secure gripping but it did not work. She kept slipping and slipping. She closed her eyes. She did not feel that she was slipping but the sheet was moving down slowly. She looked up. Did the bed move?
King Amarpolo noticed her reaction. She was falling down and she looked scared. He saw how her hands trembled every time adjust the grip to another upper part of the sh
