Crystal sighed quietly as he told her about her brother. From what the wicked king had told her, her family had all been killed. Her brother was hurt but safe. That thought helped her to calm as her stomach started to grumble.<br/><br/>The princess heard the man tell her that he was going to make some food, then felt the kiss upon her head. It was like a father kissing his daughter after a really bad dream. Her eyes watched him as he walked away.<br/><br/>She wanted to grab his hand, stop him from moving away from her. But she just sat there, the cloak wrapped around her, a blanket over her lap. Crystal's eyes fell to her lap, her hands gripping the blanket so hard that her knuckles were white.<br/><br/>The princess felt anger rising within her. Anger toward the men who had attacked them. Anger toward the men who had harmed her brother. Anger toward the men who had hurt her. "Why?" Crystal asked, ignoring his words about not speaking. "Why us? Why did they have to tear us apart like this?"