She hadn't slept in two days. The rations were finished and though help was supposed to arrive yesterday- there still weren't any signs.
Maybe she shouldn't have run away in the first place.
The soldiers were getting killed one by one and her death was also nearing.
'Why did it come to this?'
She didn't know.
As she stared at the dirty cloths of the tent and her own expensive but also dirty clothes, she understood, perhaps life wasn't as simple as she thought.
All her life, she was a sheltered child, a rather ambitious one at that. To her, the world was a peaceful land and everything existed only for her sake. Perhaps because of her father, she never realized that all of this was just a farce, perhaps she herself was aware that the world couldn't have been so easy, and yet, she chose to believe this was how things were. After all, that was much easier.
Did this feel a bit too forced?
I did have my reasons for this, but opinions would be appreciated.