She's looking out the window now. It wasn't raining like it was yesterday. Her eyes brighten up but she does not smile. She watches as the sun shines upon the colorful blossoms that were all around the garden. Her garden. Her father told her that she could stay there all she wanted. It was usually enough for her to step outside, sit on the warm green grass, sometimes lie around and watch the skies. She takes care of the flowers herself, she is the reason why they're blooming so beautifully. However, today is different. She stays indoors, in the very lower floor of the palace. Her father is not home today. She says she does not want to come with him. She is not feeling well.
It's slightly true, the reason she told him. It isn't because she's sick. It's because she feels too sad to do anything. She wants to cry. Though when she tries, no tears come out. Only soft sighs of longing while she looks outside the window, waiting for something to happen. What it was exactly, only she knows. She