Why did he do this to her? Was he really that blind? Yes, Wyatt Cain was blind.

DG sat on the floor of her bathroom. Steam from a too hot of a bath was filling the tub. Another ball reception held by the Royal family had finally ended. It was their way, Ahamo and Lavender, to reacquaint the family with the people of the O.Z.

She had to admit; she could enjoy herself, but why when part of her felt out of place. The O.Z. had long since thought the Royal family dead and the world in darkness. Many citizens were hesitant of either Princess. One being an ex-possessed tyrant and the other being a foreigner.

The weekly receptions were wearing on the Princesses, tired of proving their worth. Az, though she hated it, needed and wanted the people to see her change. She understood the need for the engagements. DG helped her the most though, complimenting her sister whenever possible. The cold hard look was gone, replaced with a softer, near passive appearance. Az even kept her hair down, letting it curl and fall as it pleased.

DG was another story. She was a tomboy and resented becoming a Barbie doll, a concept no one got. They insisted on a gaudy dresses and heavy cosmetics, as DG put it. She felt wrong and only Az knew how she felt. DG would also admit that Az tried to please both sides with DG. Making it so DG felt better, but their parents were still getting their way.

She shut off the water and stared into the mirror. DG had lost weight, her bottom ribs sticking out. With the cosmetics off, dark circles lined her eyes. Sleep came in short hour waves now, her nerves on end. Sighing, she slipped into the tub, feeling her skin burn. She wanted the whole night behind her. Sure her friends were there, supporting her and Az through all the commotion. Hell, they lived in the palace, but she felt the furthest from them.

Tears threatened to fall and she dipped her head under the water. Looking up to the ceiling. God was she tired of this. She didn't want to be a part of a world she wasn't wanted in. Reality was, she had no home on the Other Side, either. Going back to Kansas after being gone for months just couldn't be shrugged aside.

He lungs finally screamed for air and popped back above the water line. He mind wandered back to the ball, specially the last few hours. Her friends were all there, dancing and having a good time. That was, they were all having fun while Wyatt Cain acting like Cain.

Jeb and Wyatt were heads of the Royal Guard, mainly guarding the family. Though Jeb was trying to have fun and relax, while still being on guard. Wyatt was near annoyed tonight. He refused to engage in anything, claiming he had to keep watch.

Even when DG tried to get him to dance, just once, Wyatt gave a lame excuse. Not wanting to dishonor Adora and like a sap, she accepted the excuse and left him alone.

A sob escaped her lips and knew it was her heart breaking. Wyatt might have been blind, but she was stupid and gullible. DG would do anything for him as long as he wasn't mad at her. As long as he wasn't ignoring her, but she wanted more, wanted his love. DG would accept his friendship if he would just open up.

That would be a cold day in hell. Wyatt Cain would never let her be that close, he hardly let his son be that close. Another sob and that did her in, she was crying now with tears down her face. DG doubted anyone could hear her. It was the middle of the night and most everyone was sleeping.

DG ducked her head underwater again before finally washing up. Quickly washing her hair and body before pulling up on the plug. Though she didn't get out of the tub right away, watching the water spin into the drain. Giving her the metaphor she needed for how she felt. Spinning into oblivion while no one noticed. DG sighed as she got out of the tub and looked at herself in the mirror again. To her, she had a nice red tint to her skin.

DG felt something inside she hadn't since she first found herself in the O.Z. In reality, it was what she wasn't feeling. DG felt empty inside, felt alone within her own skin. A glint caught her eye, finding it to be scissors. Az had done her hair earlier and left most everything in her bathroom.

DG was in a trance and she wanted to feel something. Something to tell her that she wasn't the doll she used to play with, a new doll for her parents to parade around. With a quick swipe, her wrist was open to the world. DG knew this wasn't her, knew this was wrong, but couldn't help it.

Oh crap was the first rational thought in DG's mind. A towel would have to do until she could rightly wrap her wrist and stop the bleeding. Luckily, an equivalent to a first aid kit in the Other Side was next to the stand-alone sink. Wait she told herself, she could use magic and maybe heal herself. But that wasn't to be the case; she couldn't concentrate with panic running through her.

Grabbing some gauze, she wrapped her wrist tight enough to stop the bleeding, but not so to cut off circulation. Oh well, she would just have to heal herself later, once she calmed down.

DG sat naked on the floor for a few minutes, trying to figure out what caused her to hurt herself. She never thought she would tread that road, but she also never thought she was a Princess in another world. Maybe once things got back to a state of normalcy, whatever that could mean, she would feel better.

It had to be the stress of all the receptions and dances and meetings. That had to be what was doing her in. Then she would have a talk with her parents, ask them to let her hide away for a while. Not long, maybe even just a day with Az alone. Then the two could talk like sisters and figure out their own game plan.

Grabbing another towel to wrap around herself, DG had to get rid of the blood-soaked one. The fire! Once it dried a little more, she would burn the towel in her little fireplace. Then no one, but her would know what she did. She could put it all behind her.

DG was lost her in own thoughts as she left her bathroom that she didn't see the body standing right outside the door. Colliding hard, she found herself back in a heap on the floor. Her towel was slowly unraveling and she rushed to conceal herself, forgetting about the other towel and person.

"Princess? You okay?" That voice made DG freeze on the spot. Looking up, Wyatt Cain was standing above her with confusion on his face, "DG?"

DG just nodded, her voice on her side right now. She noticed the bloodied towel and went to grab it, but used her cut up arm.

"DG, what happened?" Cain asked, kneeling down and grabbing the towel first. DG grimaced as he looked the towel over then to her. She needed to think of something, some lie to get him off her trail.

"I was taking a bath and was brushing my hair out." So far so good, "The tub filled up faster then I thought and went to turn it off."

"That doesn't explain this." He countered, holding up the towel.

"Az did my hair tonight, we were in a rush and she forgot stuff. A pair of scissors were left on my sink and dropped when I went to shut off the water." Keep it up, DG. He might be buying it, "So when I saw them falling, I tried to grab them and…"

"And what?" He prompted. DG decided she couldn't hide the fact she was hurt and showed her wrist to Cain, "Holy shit, DG!" The gauze wasn't holding back the blood as well as she thought.