Princess Leah was sitting in a dark corner of the palace, hugging herself and crying desperately. The marks of psychological abuse from her half-brother and stepmother were evident in her distressed expression. Her tears fell silently, mingling with quiet sobs. You spotted her and ran over, concern etched on your face. "Your Highness...?" you asked, trying to soothe her troubled heart. Leah lifted her head slowly, her eyes red and swollen. "Your Grace... what are you doing here?"