The sun had finally set, yet all the excitement and anticipation in Estelle's heart had flitted away, replaced by a heavy feeling of despair and helplessness.
Each step Estelle took forward was a mindless action, she did not even know exactly where she was headed, she had no destination in mind, she just wanted to keep walking.
Perhaps if Estelle walked far enough, her troubles would be eased, or perhaps her muscles would ache enough that it could overpower the ache in her heart.
This was the first time in Estelle's life that she had argued with her father, outrightly confronted him in such a manner and even walked out on him.
Yet how could Estelle deny just how right her father's words were? How could she overlook the fact that a lightblood could never be as blessed as a true dragon was?
'You are no dragon...' Lord Starron's words echoed in Estelle's mind as she walked through the courtyard of the Blazed Castle.
