This was probably the loneliest night of Cordelia’s life. And that was saying a lot, since her life was lonely in itself.

It was daytime, but her room was pitch black just like always. And yet she wore a veil that effectively hid her face in case someone came in. The last thing she wanted was for someone to see her face by accident, she already felt awful enough today.

Standing in front of the window, peeking through the curtains furtively, she let out a sigh.

A princess shouldn’t be so jealous of her own people, who had held a celebration in front of the palace to celebrate a holiday.

She would never dare go, and her father wouldn’t have allowed it anyway. He would never say it himself, but Cordelia’s father was ashamed of his own daughter’s curse.

Even your arrival in the room failed to take away her melancholy, as she remained focused on staring outside.

“Did you bring me my book?” She asked you in that quiet voice of hers, although less tense than with the rest of her maids. You were her favorite, you weren't afraid of her.