Crown Princess

Cyp carried Bin through the corridors of the palace.

There were things she needed to do, and that was the reason she was hurrying down the path that led towards the prison.

The baby was crying uncontrollably and doesn't want to be consoled.

Worst, he has shown no promises of walking like they said he will, and neither has he spoken.

It was as if he stopped improving ever since the night his dad was arrested.

"Don't worry, we are going to your dad." Cyp was tired of consoling the crying boy.

She wanted nothing more than to have a peaceful night's sleep. However, that wasn't possible.

More blood kept on piling each new day, and the baby refused to listen to her.

Most times, he will refuse to eat, opting to sit still and watch the door as if he were expecting someone to barge in at any moment.

"It's okay. We are almost there. We just need to—"