~Aurora~

　　It was an acquiesce decision for me to agree to Prince Emeric's proposal. He pushed to pick a side, all in hopes of getting my position back. When his voice from out of the car spoke, "She might never come back," to my pack members, I had gasped so loud. Thoughts battled inside my head and I couldn't help myself from feeling sick to the stomach.

　　And we reached his kingdom. The vast kingdom which was like a whole city in itself. It had all amenities from human colonies. Others might mistake it to be just another human city!

　　"Your luggage is sent to your room. Dinner will be at seven thirty everyday, at the common hall." That's what I've deciphered from his words. It feels so awkward in my heart that I don't enjoy the privilege of having my food in my room. I could eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. But there's a slot system when I've come here, thereby decreasing my freedom as I'm forced to dine with commoners.

　　Now, I sit here in the middle of my assigned room. I'm still an early candidate, meaning, there'll be lesser crowd around me as I go anywhere. I don't wish to be seen in public, at least until the heat of my pack's turbulence had settled amongst other packs.

　　Suddenly, it comes to me.

　　The feeling of something being snatched away from me.

　　"Whoa..." A saddened expression of disappointment fills the air around me. The room...it's too dark and little.

　　My previous room was gigantic, probably the biggest room in the mansion, our pack house.

　　Huh...

　　Why couldn't I say for sure if my room was the biggest? How stuck up was I to not notice anything else around my own house?

　　There's a small bathroom attached, precisely four steps away from the tiny cot that accommodates just me. There's a wardrobe that couldn't even fit half of my belongings. I'm going to be frustrated over that.

　　All my belongings didn't travel with me either...

　　What is this feeling bubbling in my heart? I feel enraged, discouraged, indignant...

　　"Dinner is at seven thirty everyday, at the common hall..." Prince Emeric's instructions suddenly rung in my ears. I looked down at my watch, gasp rolling out of my mouth.

　　I'm late by eleven minutes. I hope they do not leave me hungry, given my lack of punctuality.

　　I rushed down to the common hall, asking around for directions. The palace is huge, and confusing.

　　"I apologize. I'm late. Where- where is the queue?" I asked the one in chef's hat. She was preparing a salad by hand. She gave me a look, and directed her chin towards the edge of the room.

　　"You're one of the three people until now. There's not much food left." And I dashed into the set up table. I picked the plate and filled it with whatever was...presented.

　　"But I don't eat beef nor noodles." I sadly uttered to myself.

　　"Sadly, this is the only thing we have to offer. It's specially made to meet your...dietary needs."

　　What about the needs of my heart's fulfillment? What about my opinion, how certain foods make me want to throw up because of the texture and smell?

　　I stayed silent...and placed minimal pieces of beef and some noodles. She placed the bowl of salad, and I waited for until she left the table. I threw in almost everything from the salad bowl into my plate, my hands shaking as I looked around to notice if anyone was observing me.

　　Sitting on a chair away from the commoners, other contenders, I began eating.

　　It doesn't even taste good...

　　"Did you look at how she just poured everything into her plate? Rich kids like her don't know how to share, is it?" As I bit into the piece of beef I put in my mouth with difficulty, I heard murmurs. I looked at them in my peripheral vision. They're a bunch of servants, omega ranks.

　　I blinked twice, putting the piece back down.

　　"How does one even have appetite to eat in the premises, without fear of being judged? We all know who she is. I've heard hundreds of stories about her. All in all...she's a bashful brat."

　　Bashful brat...

　　Scoffing, I left the place in anger. My heart ached a little when I had to throw the salad into the dustbin. I don't like wasting food this way. Especially when I was actually hungry, yet people just speak what they want to speak. It's not their fault either. They have the right to talk about other people.

　　But...couldn't they just understand my situation? At all?

　　I lost my parents on my freaking birthday!

　　Slowly, my walk in the corridor turned into a small jog, which eventually turned into a sprint as I aimlessly took turns to reach somewhere further away from them all.

　　I smelled fresh grass, it must be the palace garden. And I sprint towards it.

　　The garden was one wall away from the huge training ground. A sheltered storage room for equipments was shared with the garden as well as the training grounds, doors accessible from both sides.

　　And I ran into the storage room.

　　I never wailed.

　　Ever, in my eighteen year old life.

　　Wailing right here, this pathetically in a secluded corner of somewhere made me realise how much I miss my lovely parents. Everything was so bright and colorful and cheerful with them around. Suddenly, I thought of all the orphans who were forced into the life of orphanage at much tender ages.

　　Someone had the right to snatch away someone's only purpose of living.

　　And now that I'm away from home, I can't even involve myself into finding whoever was behind the accident.

　　Was it just an 'accident'?

　　As I was letting out my bottled up emotions, sounds of footsteps to my right caught my attention. I squinted my eyes to adjust to the sudden light from the light bulbs he'd switched on.

　　He stared deep into my tear stricken eyes.

　　At that moment, I wanted to ask him, beg him...

　　'Could you please, please send me back home where I can at least be hated in peace rather than strangers looking down on me like today?'