零

Cold. It's cold. I'm cold. I blink open my eyes, seeing nothing but darkness around me. I slightly lift my head off the floor, my eyes adjusting to the darkness as I see the door of the cold palace.

'How did I get here..?'

That's my last thought before my head hits the ground and I once again lose my consciousness.

"Your highness, slow down!" The desperate cry of my handmaid came, but I paid her no mind, laughing freely and running through the fields. I felt free, the feeling of the sharp wind hitting my cheeks as I ran. This behaviour was most definitely not fitting for the crown princess, but frankly I couldn't care less. This is the best I've felt since my wedding day. My heart swelled at the thought, smiling at the memory of the night I married him. I stopped, giggling at my own silliness. I was so in love–so in love with him. My husband, my prince. My King. I love him.