It had been a few days since Yasmin's execution was announced.
Princess Layla hadn't stepped outside her bedroom since.
Princess Zahra stood in front of her younger sister's bedroom door, taking a deep breath before knocking against the wooden surface.
"Who is it?"
Layla's voice sounded hoarse. It was evident to Zahra that she had been crying.
Zahra wished to reveal her identity, but she wasn't sure if Layla would let her enter.
She knew they were alike when it came to their pride. They both disliked anyone seeing them in a vulnerable state.
Instead of replying to Layla's question, the light-brown-haired young woman knocked again, hoping to hear a positive response.
"Just come in!" Layla shouted, clearly annoyed by the sound of the knock.
Zahra's lips curled into a bright smile as she slowly opened the door.
Just as she was about to enter, Layla shrieked.
"You?!"