Today, as the sun began to set and the forest grew quiet, I found myself at the edge of a small clearing. For the first time since I fled the castle, I saw my reflection in a still pond. It startled me—I looked so different, yet the same girl my father used to call “little princess” was still there, behind the tired eyes and the tangled hair. The birds around me chirped softly, as if to remind me that even here, I am not truly alone. I am learning that home isn’t just a place with stone walls and a throne… sometimes, it’s a feeling you carry inside, like a tiny, unbreakable spark. ✨

P.S. The squirrels taught me how to find sweet berries today. They are surprisingly good teachers.