Description
Aware of the dispute beyond the nine gates and numerous walls of the grim palace, as a contender for the esteemed role of crown princess, she attempted to flee herself. But it was in vain. She is the one who was fated. Eventually, she ought to accept her fate, which she deems a desert. "I will give you my word. In my heart, no one else but you, till death." Yet in that desert, a bloom has unfurled, along with her heart. In the deep palace, with curtailed liberty, she found herself becoming intertwined with her fate, who blossomed a bloom in her heart, the crown prince. A purpose was mould for her, igniting a deep yearning. "Since when did you become as this? Heartless." "I was always as this. You had been unable to recognise." But was imprecise. A storm squalled. The bloom was wilted. In the absence of the desert, she became akin to an arid desert. Amidst the turbulence and scattered storms, will she ever be able to rekindle the bloom? Or would it forever be deserted?
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