Ember Praying For Everyone

Morning on the day of mourning…

After Draven left for the Netherfields, Ember remained standing by the window of her chamber for some time. Though she was smiling in front of Draven, that smile on her face disappeared as soon as he was gone. 

The event from the previous night was occupying her mind.

'The Kingdom of Valor…the Valor Royal Family…the only daughter of the King…' 

All her expectations shattered after Draven took her to Valor. At this point, she was torn about her real identity.

An abandoned princess.

How her family abandoned her, in fact that was still somewhat acceptable to her. But what thoroughly crushed her heart was when she learned they wanted to kill her. They branded her as bad—no, cursed even— when she had done nothing bad in her entire life. 

'Why did they think I'm a cursed child? Why did they let people think I'm an evil witch? Why…me?'