*Somewhere in the middle of the forest*

“Zareen, please! Open the door!” I hear my father for the ninth time, but with tears in my eyes, I refuse to do it. I can only take so many speeches without losing my mind. He is my father, and he is the king, I know. But I am the princess and I honestly don't want to argue about the past choices I made. If we stay together in the same room for more than a few minutes, one of us will jump at the other.

I rub my arms and ...