Sometimes she wondered why she ever got in. Why did they need her in the first place? Dailen was more or less there to smile and look pretty, to make Eskil look good. As always. The damned place just couldn't take it when they had nothing else to do. Sighing heavily, her head rolled to the side as she looked at the people passing by her carriage. She didn't feel like walking back to her palace today. Which all of the residents of Eskil were allowed to enter when they had a reasonable explanation for being around. Two finger tips pressed against her soft pink lips, Dailen deep in her thoughts. She missed her Faust and well...She couldn't say Silas was her's anymore. Ever since she confronted him about cheating with a mord sith on her, he wanted nothing to do with her. Which was semi reasonable. But it hurt none the less. No one seemed to have seen him...He probably went back to war without even talking to her. Rubbing her face gently, the girl seemed distressed by the mere thought. She seemed to be losing everyone.

All of her friends. Well except for Ackerley and Haylan that is. Pandora still hung around with her. But lately that girl seemed to be a little bit distant. There was no telling why; Pandora always seemed distant. Placing her hand on her face, Dailen tried to fight with her own thoughts. She needed to focus as the carriage slowly pulled up to the castle. Great, she was back home again. Waiting for it to come to a complete hault, the girl daintly pushed the door open and slipped out of the carriage. Being extra careful not to fall and slip like she did the last time this happened. Biting her lower lip, she pushed her back up again just stretching as she looked around at all the people just passing infront of the palace. She hated having to sit inside all day. But taht was what she was looking forward to. Sighing, she looked up at the door, the balcony that lead to her room. She needed a little help with the agony, which came in a little glass vile.

Shaking her head once more, Dailen tried to shake away all thoughts of anything other than her focused business face. It wasn't working. Her thoughts were just whirling in circles, unable to be stopped at this point. God she couldn't do anything right it seemed like. Her hands fell by her bright dress' sides, just glancing over her shoulder. She swore someone yelled her name.

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