OpalGem

Wandering through the sprawling palace gardens, I absentmindedly twirled a daisy between my fingers. It was a Sunday, which meant I was free from royal duties until the evening.

I gaze out the window, watching the rivulets of water trickle down like tears. Reaching forward, I touch my fingertips to the glass pane, then quickly retreat from its cold, unyielding resolve.