while she made her way over to the table, sat down and began to ponder about when she'd ever see her father and family's own faces.

considering the fact that she can't even leave this place at all. and as the good daughter she was, she'd stay and live in silence if needed.

the humming of her hymns filled the room as she cleared out the floor, setting everything in the dedicated bookshelf. silver hair dragged against the floor

| ♪ | also for those thinking "why can't she just fly"

1. she never learned how to
2. the king had her wings clipped so she wouldn't be able to escape

| ♪ | flees

by those who were supposed to raise you. not once has her "father" wanted her to be married off as she was far too useful due to her bloodline.

she was not a princess, she simply was not a girl, but a caged bird in her very own home.

of one of the angels that was created by yoba.

separated from her mother at birth, isolated from the world, she grows up under the scrutiny of her adoptive siblings and under the possession of her adoptive father.

forced to heal, forced to sing, not once has she known what it was like to be loved

the adopted daughter of the king, 2nd princess

the true daughter of a beloved saint of a faraway kingdom, known for their devotion to yoba and their angels.

it is unknown who her father is, but one may think from her silver hair and the wings she was born with that she was indeed the daughter

━done before the day is over."

slinging her backpack through her arm and onto her back, crimson eyes glanced up at the taller man before nodding her head.

"i hope you like it."

| ♪ |