The Guards dragged me through the halls and down the stairs until we reached outside where the moon awaited and carriage with pretty white horses. 

My Father– I mean– King Caesonia, stood by the carriage alongside the footman who was short and bug-eyed. 

I didnt expect the King to see me off. 

“Let me see your wrist.” he snatched my right arm and lifted up the long dingey colored sleeve, “คภՇเ๏เץภєค รคɭ๏รเร ร๏ɭคՇเ๏ ภคฬ๒ค คђเչє” 

A burning sensation started in my wrist and I flinched as black onyx beads appeared around my wrist, “I knew I forgot something.” He shoved my hand at me, “A leash.” 

He turned and swiftly his body disappeared into a void of duskiness, leaving small stars in his place that vanished in a matter of seconds. 

The black onyx beads were meant to keep my magic away. Through my eyes, I could see the spell clearly. The bracelet was unbreakable and I wouldn't be able to remove it easily. I would have to ask the King or someone of higher power to do so. 

But that would never happen. 

“Get in.” one of the guards order me and I obeyed, attempting to use muscles I haven't used in a very long time such as my legs and arms to sit on the plush red seat. 

Once I was settled, the footman closed the doors and in a matter of minutes, the carriage began to move. 

My body rocked with the movement of the carriage. 

I leaned my head back. Exhaustion tugged at my eyes and hunger rumbled my stomach. 

I knew it would be a journey until we get to the Lunate Palace- possibly an hour to get to and thought maybe I could get some sleep. 

The Lunate Palace was something I had always seen as a child for it stood with massive towers and radiated with energy. And you could always see it from anywhere in the kingdom. 

I remember asking mom if there was going to be a ball so that I can dance amongst the royalty. She would laugh and tell me, “One day you will. You will dance along the glass floor in a beautiful dress with the one you love. Isn't that romantic?” 

But now I fear the possibility of worse things happening to me now that I am returning to a place I considered my home for six months. 

What if my stepmother and stepsisters recognized me and begin to torment me? 

They hated me when I arrived and tried to kill me several times. 

They were just as cruel as the king. 

And it was because I looked like my mother. 

She was beautiful– more beautiful than the Queen even– with long dark-colored hair and everchanging eyes. She was majestic in the way she carried herself even to me. 

Truly, I miss her and hope one day, I will see her again.