Exhaustion lungs in me as I walked for miles. My arms, legs, and everything was soaked, and I was exhausted.
My feet ached with pain. The ground wasn't smooth, so it hurted the bottom of my feet. I glared with spite at the carriage.
I wished I had something in my hands to make the prince regret the day he was born. I wanted revenge so badly I could taste it.
The prince was sitting in his precious carriage while me was stuck out here in this damn heart. Hot and sweating like a pig.
My feet was just dragging along. One moment when I'm walking slow, the carriage tugged on my sore wrists, and I could see the red marks appearing on my wrists.
I panted lightly from exhaustion. I was so thirsty but I won't ask for water, not for a sip.
I tried to blink my eyes from the sweat, and the sun burns my eyes. My belly growled.
The curtains opened, and the prince's head popped out, although I couldn't see his face, I could tell there was a frustration in his voice.
