(JESENYA'S POV)
I haven't felt like this since Rhiannon was taken from us.
The nightmares, the screams, the blood... I've been haunted by them since that day.
But all of that will come to end now. I know it.
My slippers slap against the stone floors as I race through the palace corridors, skirts gathered in my fists so I don't trip. My chest burns, but I don't slow down.
"Princess Jesenya," a guard calls out as I dart past him.
"Sorry!" I throw over my shoulder.
Another pair of guards are coming down the hall. They step aside just in time as I streak between them. I make another turn and nearly crash into a few maids carrying baskets of folded linens.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I blurt, skidding to a halt at the last second. "I didn't see you."
One of them blinks at me, startled, then she smiles when she notices my face. "It's quite alright, Your Highness."
I'm already moving again. "Thank you!"
Another maid laughs softly as I rush past. "Careful, Princess!"
