The Drum Of His Heart

"Where exactly is the bleeding palace?" Rosella asked herself, her voice weak but a little vibrant as she stopped to sit at the radical of a tree. Her back rested on the stem and rasped breath came next. She was extremely tired and could only pray that she arrived at the bleeding palace in time.

She had been walking for many hours and now, it had gotten dark. She had thought she could recall the way in which the men had taken her past yesterday evening but on getting to the road, she realised she knew nowhere. However, all that she had to do was to ask around.

Initially, when she asked if anyone could describe the way to Greensville, they all looked at her like she was a mad person, however, as she walked regardless, she recognised that she somehow had reached the kingdom and she only had to ask from others where the capital was situated.