MY FEET were so cold i could barely feel them, and from my ankles up ice had formed a thin barrier around my self conscience. The mud flower's pricks, that i had once been so infatuated with, cut my numb feet to shreds. i thought begrudgingly of my egotistical fathers words," infatuation, love, angst, i am as sick of you as i am of them, distraction is in the eyes of those who seek these three things, and distraction is something i cannot afford." I wouldn't cry, i wouldn't take pity on my self,though i did feel pitiful. Running away was the last option, the only option, any thing had to be better than this godforsaken kingdom.
{ princess li