"Wait, don't go please." I grip my hand.

"It will be soon your highness." He says.

"What?" I ask.

"He is waiting for you. He doesn't mind waiting a little longer for your arrival, little princess." His voice trails off.

I pull the curtains back. There's just a wall. I move my hand over it. I wince. What was that? My heart was pounding. I look at the cut. I grip my hair to make sure the tears don't come. He looked like a creature of magic, but I had not seen his kind before. I let out a breath. The wind blows nervously.

"Are you alright?" A voice says.

I jump.  I turn.

"Shh. Shh. It's okay." He says.

"Oh," I look down.

I place my wounded hand behind my back. I can't explain it to him. I have no idea how to explain it to myself. I'm trying not to feel the pain. I walk up to him. He's taller than me and looked more intimidating. He moves his hand down my cheek.

"Are you alright?" He asks again.

"Fine." I say.

"Your eyes show pain." He says.

"It's nothing." I say.

He grabs my hand. I wince. He holds it up. 

"Let me see." He says.

"It's not a big deal." I say.

"Then why do you hide it?" He asks.

"You're right." I wince.

He looks down and I notice blood was dripping. His eyes widen as he looks at me.