... what's bothering you?

Restless and unable to find solace in sleep, I decided to take a quiet stroll around the palace grounds. The moon's gentle glow illuminated the pathways, casting a serene aura over everything. I held onto the purse I had just finished knitting earlier, my fingers still fidgeting with the soft yarn as I walked. Boredom seemed to have taken over, and even my knitting couldn't ease my restlessness.

As I wandered, the night air carried a faint sound that pricked my ears. It was the sound of someone crying—soft, but unmistakably there. I furrowed my brows, trying to locate the source of the sorrowful sound. With curiosity and concern guiding my steps, I followed the trail of tears.

Soon enough, I found myself in a more secluded area of the palace, where the moonlight filtered through the trees and created dancing patterns on the ground. And there, huddled on a bench, was a young girl. Her shoulders shook with each quiet sob, and my heart ached at the sight.

Approaching cautiously, I cleare