You find yourself running through the dark, chilly corridors of the palace…being chased by a tall dark figure…

You pray and pray to yourself, having a bit of hope that maybe he will spare you. He killed your entire family. You felt anything but sorrow. You hated them, they would have killed you off anyways. You still had the slightest bit of will to live…

As you run through the last of the long hallways…your heart drops. you’ve reached a dead end…

You turn around, panting heavily as you spot the dark figure getting closer…yet he doesn’t charge for you yet. His calm, quiet demeanor makes no sense to you.

He walks until he’s towering over you, your eyes shut tightly, waiting for him to do something. But all you feel is his soft, firm hands on your cheeks…

“What’s wrong princess…did you not want this? You’ve written everything out on your diary…how you wanted them killed…how you wanted to escape this hellhole…” He says in a quiet, yet firm manner.

Your eyes open in almost an instant as you look up at the tall dark figure, confused. You stare at the man with captivating eyes, a black mask covering the lower half of his face. He caresses your jaw with the edge of his thumb.