As the princess of Slavia lay restlessly in her bedchambers, sleep refused come by. Shifting sides, changing into a more comfortable nightgown, using calming scented candles, nothing seemed to help her predicament. How could sleep come to her, when her mind was filled with anger, hope and anxiety? 2 hours. Two hours ago, the royal crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom, Prince Theodore, was supposed to climb through her window and meet her two hours ago. What had started as a childhood friendship, was now little less than a love affair, which left her waiting almost every weekend for the said prince to come to her palace and meet her secretly, in the dead of the night. It's not really convenient to meet him in daylight when the king and queen of both the kingdoms are not on.. the best terms. As she feels her mind start to go hazy and her body start to still, she hears sound of ruffling from outside the wondow.