Minha princesa

Previously

…She looked out the window, her gaze drawn, as if by an invisible thread, towards the impenetrable wall of the Whispering Woods. The trees stood like silent sentinels, their branches clawing at the bruised sky. A single, dark feather lay on the windowsill, a stark and chilling testament to the storm that had just broken. And deep within her, a nascent power, a flicker of something ancient and untamed, stirred in response to the encroaching shadows. The time for quiet observation was over. The time for action, however terrifying, had begun.