Third Princess
Oddly enough, after Dayie's talk with the old man, she felt a strange feeling of sleepiness. Perhaps it was from the fatigue, or the momentary feeling of comfort—or both. Nonetheless, she let herself fall into slumber and succumb herself to sleep. She knew she had to try to get out of the cell, but Dayie felt as if it was fine to fall asleep.
And in her sleep, she dreamed of a very, long dream—long enough to cover the timeframe of several years.
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A strangely familiar place. The area where most people avoided. The home of poverty.
The slums.
"We're staying here,"
The man and woman from earlier who picked her up brought Dayie here in the slums—in a ruin that was supposed to be an abandoned watchtower. Dayie's ankles weren't cuffed anymore, but she was still in rags and tatters.
And she was with strangers.