The Hidden Saintess

The soft, warm rays of spring's gentle sun slowly infiltrated the tranquil room, revealing the delicate dance of tiny dust particles suspended in the calm morning air. Angelica's wide, azure eyes remained fixed upon the sturdy wooden rocking chair positioned beside the towering open window. The chair swayed gently in response to the cool, invigorating morning breeze, as though an invisible presence occupied it.

In the wake of the unfortunate incident that marred her birthday celebration, it took the princess a painstaking four days to finally regain consciousness. Now, as she found herself rousing from her prolonged slumber, an overwhelming sense of bewilderment and disorientation enveloped her.

'I still cannot comprehend it... What on earth has happened within me?'