Revival 2

"The King of Noran is dead. He was murdered yesterday." A deep voice resounded from the dark.

"It seems so. Do we know who the murderer is? Or should I ask, who the murderers are?" The figure in the black cloak answered with a small laugh.

"We are not sure yet. B.I., do you think…?" The words faded away like wisps of smoke.

"I cannot assume anything without proof. So far, I can't prove that I am innocent. Falcon, amass the legion." B.I. turned round to look out of the window. Mountains shrouded in mist looked as though they were painted along the horizon. If only the vile mist over the kingdom could be dispersed…

"Princess Myra, please eat something." The concerned maid placed a platter of soup on Myra's bedside table.

"I can't, Susan. Even if I did, what's the use of eating when you're not enjoying it?" Myra almost whispered and tried to smile at her sympathetic maid.

"You need the energy, your Highness…"

"Susan, I've always asked you to stop calling me 'Highness'. I've done nothing to deserve such a title. I've done nothing for Noran. Susan, we've grown up together. We've always been friends. Is our friendship not strong enough for you to call me by my name? Have I truly lost all my closest people?" Myra smiled as Susan's eyes watered.

"Would you deem it fit if I just call you 'Princess'? I know you deserve this title." Susan asked confidently.

Myra showed her true smile that had not been seen since Toby the fiddler played for her five days ago. "Thank you."

There was a hard knock on the door. "Come in!" shouted Myra as she sat up in her bed.

"Sorry your highness but you are needed in the Great Hall." the maid announced.

"I'll be there soon." Myra replied back as the maid left.

"Princess, I'm not letting you go like this. First we'll wipe your face! It's streaked with tears…"

"But I didn't…"

"Cry." Susan ended Myra's sentence. " Of course you didn't. That's why your eyes are red! Stop pretending!" Susan continued to taunt.

"Why do I even try?" Myra laughed as she openly let her tears run down her cheeks. Myra knew she had to be strong. Only now did she realize that to be strong, she had to let her tears flow.