52. TWO ROYALS, ONE LUNA

I had never felt so cold, I had never felt so out of touch with my environment. Each step I took left my body quivering as if it would shutter. I could barely see where I was going, all I saw was my breath being pushed out of my mouth harshly, with the sound gracing my ears unwelcomed.

I felt the sweat fight to break out and the only reason I was still standing being Brum himself.

I clung to him like a baby clings to its mother, begging to be freed of some discomfort. I clung to him as if he was mine to hold and squeeze but forgive me, I was in chaos threatening to engulf me.

A part of me wanted to turn and run away. I could just see it in my head and somehow it was in slow motion. I could see the dress float as I turned and flew away to the confines of my room.

Fear poisoned my blood, it poisoned my legs to shake as if to snap and the louder the dancing tune was, the more my sanity was tested.

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