She was a time-traveler from the future. Yet she knew nothing of the future from where she was. She felt as if someone had encased her in the dark, leaving her to stubble about blindly. It was sickening. She, as a pure and gentle girl, knew nothing of what would happen to her as the days past. When would he get hurt again under her watch? When would the world change suddenly without warning? When would...when would she die?
The leader did not heed her cries. The queen with all the power and control, had the world in the palms of her hands. She loved him without doubt, but yet...she could not. She could not reach out and tell him that she was grateful. She was forced to leave him left in the unbefitting dark. He was a light of sorts. Here lay her protection from the corrupt world. He was so much like...a guardian. And yet...
She couldn't tell him she was thankful for everything that he had done. And like many of her stories, this one was unpredictable.