He watched from above, sitting within the grand cherry blossom tree that sat just outside of her chambers. He didn't speak to her, he didn't want his coarse words to interrupt the moment.
Delicate hands traced the smooth paper’s surface while gray eyes read the words in it with intense curiosity and worry. Her father, the king, had finally sent her a letter, and not a good one at that. The war would take longer than he expected, which meant she’d have to remain under The Young Predator’s protection, at his mercy, and away from everyone she loved.
Tears ran down her cheeks as the princess silently cried above the thin paper of his majesty’s letter. She knew he did it for her own safety, but living in that stronghold was hell. Every day words of conspiracy were whispered behind her, plans to marry her to the terrible young lord were made and there was nothing she could do. Kagome felt helpless, vulnerable and more lonely than ever.
