Chapter 6

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I reached the palace after running like a mad women. I pushed the gate open only to get a glimpse of a mop of guards ready to attack an enemy army. But I wasn't their enemy I was like a leader to them as I was the daughter of the most respected trusted man in the whole village. I stepped forward. Two men blocked my way. I pushed them out of my way and stepped in .

More pairs blocked my way! But my anger was my strength to collapse the soldiers! The more they blocked my way the more angrier I got!

When I reached the white door again more soldiers surrounded me . I had nowhere to go. I was trapped. I didn't know what to do. It was an unfair match- a poor girl vs a big crowd of mighty trained men! This isn't fair I thought. Although I was thin ,I was fit and trained enough by my father to fight anyone, extra strength given by my anger ! I challenged the men to come fight me one by one.

Being short and thin was an advantage as I could go under their long arrows when tried to stab me and I could go through two men as well.

I was so close to the white door again. This time I didn't waste my time waiting for anything and I pushed open the door to discover the maids blocking my way. I tried to go through the space less people but at the end of the corridor I met some more soldiers!

Oh god not again I thought but before I lifted my hand to punch them, before lifting my leg to kick them some one stopped me - the one who I wanted to meet. It was the prince .

He pulled me somewhere near the palace rooms- the size of my house. We were so close to each other that I could feel his hot breath bashing my cheeks . We probably stood in that position for about half to one minute but it felt like ten minutes gazing each other in the eye.

Suddenly I remembered something. I had to find justice for my father's death . I coughed a little to bring the prince back into reality and it fortunately worked.

Remembering why I came here I grabbed the prince's collar and I bust out crying. He picked my face up and wiped away the tears. Still they kept on pouring like a waterfall.



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