In Spite Of Centuries

Conflict

This is the catalyst that starts the conflict in the story. 

THIRD PERSON POV :
     "Councilor, this girl has done nothing wrong!" Lorelle shouts as the guards yank on the girl's chains. The princess stares up with wide eyes as she loses her footing. Her breath hitches at her fall and she glances over at the prince. His eyes are nearly full of tears. He's still as he slowly turns back to the Councilor. She takes a breath, staring at the floor, "C-Councilor-" She starts before a glass shatters next to her knees. She looks up at the Councilor, whose arm is still outstretched from the throw. "NO ONE SAID YOU COULD SPEAK." They bellowed. Her mouth closed quickly, the muscles in her neck clenching to keep her silent. She stares at the ground, eyes welling up. "Now, if all extra comments have been addressed, send her to the realm." They said; And as the wine and glass littered the skirt of her dress, they made her stand and approach the giant orb in the corner of the room.

Her tears finally fell from her eyes rapidly staining her cheeks. "No, please, please, please don't do this! I'll serve my time here; I'll live in isolation; I'll-I'll do manual service until I'm elderly, please! Let me stay! Let me stay, please, Councilor!" She cries. He steps over just slightly, breath quickening. Lorelle grabs his arm, trembling. "Lo?" He mutters, still staring at her. "Nothing we can do." She says, not looking at either of them. She steals one last look at him as the guards shove her and her chains into the orb. She mouths a grand "I love you" as her tears stand in place and her body slumps into the sky.

His eyes widened at her words, echoes of what may be her voice fluttering through his head. But the many voices of the Councilor snapped him out of his thoughts. "That concludes the case of [REDACTED], all shall leave." The Councilor waves their hand. He blinks and both him and Lorelle are in the hall alone, the woman's hand still grasping his arm. He stares at the ground, two tears suddenly falling onto the carpet.

HER POV : She screams her love inside of the orb, hearing a loud echo back into her ears. She stares at him until she's dropped. Her tears are yanked from her eyes and her stomach drops. She is thrust into a sky, bright blue with white puffs in place. Her chains pulled her further down, her body straightening as wind whipped through her dress. She clenched all of the muscles in her face; eyes shut; mouth closed and teeth grinding against one another. She was lightheaded, swirling into the unknown, lungs burning from each attempt at taking a breath.

But then, she stops. Her ankles were freed, her ears were clear, her eyes could open. She doesn't even think about where she is, her head is swimming in pain and anguish. Her eyes stung with saltwater as her tears continued, now actually falling rather than rising. She collapses, arms drooping beside her knees, tears slipping into her mouth. Her breathing accelerates and her hands shudder. All she can feel is cold tile beneath her legs and the weight of her wings, gone from her back.

Yeah that's a start!