*Somewhere in the middle of the forest*
“Zareen, please! Open the door!” I hear my father for the ninth time, but with tears in my eyes, I refuse to do it. I can only take so many speeches without losing my mind. He is my father, and he is the king, I know. But I am the princess and I honestly don't want to argue about the past choices I made. If we stay together in the same room for more than a few minutes, one of us will jump at the other.
I rub my arms and scratch myself again, and as soon as I notice I am doing it, I stop. I feel like a drug addict missing her doses.
I sigh and sit on my bed, finally silence as my father leaves me alone. I look around and feel a bit of peace with my belongings; I don’t need much to be comfortable and have always enjoyed simplicity. I take a look at the clock and sigh, watching the seconds that pull me closer to another torturous experiment.