She was heartbroken. She never knew a person could cry so fast until she heard.
One of her best friends had passed away. She was so young.
She cried buckets. No, the king didn't actually cry into buckets but she was devastated.
What she didn't understand was how people were crying hard- and get this- they didn't even know the friend or were close to her.
The king normally was joyful and cheery. But her week back after the Incident was torture.
"It doesn't matter how much you've cried or haven't cried to base your sadness."
Two days. The king only cried two days. Her heart aches, though.
She was jealous. Jealous of people receiving attention that weren't close the the friend.
She needed to be loved.
At her studio, she was first in friend's minds. That wasn't enough. But she dealt with it.
There came the distance. A ten mile long gap between her and almost everyone. She didn't even want to talk to them.
The king realized this had to change.
She was heartbroken.
