Your breath fell heavy as you hid your face in your hands, curled up in the corner of some farmer’s shed just outside the city. You were safe here, that’s what you tried to remind yourself. Though the support for the royal family was waning and there was few places you were safe anymore. Biansha was falling, fast.

You tilted your head up to the rhythmic tapping that had been bothering you for hours now, finally acknowledging the hallucination of yours, which sat upon the roofs exposed truss. “You don’t look well, Your Highness. Perhaps you should get some fresh air.” The white clad figure chuckled.