Dark Princess

Hell Palace

The palace is hell. The children were made as if living in a reasonableness. In a world different from what it should be.

The lowest point in my life was when my mom died. I'm upset. I can't accept why life can be so cruel to me. And I have nothing left to defend. Life feels so empty. I'm looking for a hospital service that's willing to cremate my mom's body. The whole mourning process I went through alone. I don't know where papa is. After creating a hell in our lives, he went nowhere. Even to take away my mother the last time she didn't show up. So angry with the situation, I was even ready to fight despite dying in vain.

I decided to take back my son, by any means. I wouldn't be able to get on with life if I kept letting him there after knowing what he was going through.

Such a palace was famous for its security system. There are surveillance cameras everywhere that come with alarms that can go off at any time if anything unusual happens. And there are bodyguards that are notoriously tough to knock out enemies who are dabbling in the place. With the help of the nanny, who was already part of the palace as a black angel, help me to take Valene from there. I'm disguised as one of them. Entering the palace through a rat road, a sewer, which was discovered by them and keep it a secret who knows will be useful someday. They could have run from there through that path but none of them dared. The risk is huge. Besides they'll be tracked to meet in all corners of the country, the lives of their entire family are at stake.

I know it. But I don't care. I'm too bad to care about papa, the only family member I have other than Valene. I've already drawn up a plan to leave for South Korea by sea as soon as I take Valene from there. I'm going home with my mom. Although in a different form, but at least he still went home. I sold our rundown house, although not much, enough for the cost of going home, I got two slot spots on the ship. Added to the ransom for my mom's insurance.

Somehow, chaos was created within the palace that night, through the night. There were intruders entering the palace back then and the bodyguards were deployed to deal with the matter. The usually tight guard in the Valene area stayed looking rather loose. I can't hide my heartache when I see her condition. My daughter who grew up perfectly, yet implied a dark and dark air that even she herself was unaware of. All the time I struggled to hold back tears, I held her hand with the lure that she was chosen. Chosen for nothing! But it seems that way he obeyed my orders. The trip was not easy, but we could go through until we arrived in Busan.

Slowly, he began to show healthy symptoms. His cheeks began to fill, his body grew stronger and he could control himself when he felt uncomfortable. Starting to feel hungry and thirsty, she was abusing whatever food I gave her. He finally stood up and got off the cot, walking around the room. Back then, I made a big decision for the survival of both of us.

I no longer have any money. The rent for that room is coming to an end and I can't pay for the next month. I have to work seriously, but if so, I'll expose myself out there. And if that happens, we have to split up. We both can't be seen together. I was still overshadowed by the fear that the man could even track us down to it. Plus, I got word that my papa was dead, I guess it was that guy. In accordance with the written in the letter of agreement, eliminating our family for violating the contract is natural. Moreover, I've stolen one of his best. And that nanny? I never heard from him again. Whatever happened to him, I can only thank him.

With all the money we had left, when it was late at night, we left the place, and I took Valene to Seoul. Where would I go if not to places where people like us are acceptable even if they have no money? We stopped at a very large church, the closest to the station, and we stopped. Aside from being exhausted from walking a considerable distance, I gave up. I don't know what thoughts were possessed at that moment, but the best course of action I could take that second was to leave him there. And plan to monitor it from afar. I left him in the church garden. The day is still bright, soon the sun will rise. I hope no one sees me doing that.

I went into the church and prayed. God sent good people to take him and take care of him. Grief and dread struck all my existence that day, kneeling and reciting the same prayer over and over again. In the afternoon, I saw a mother who was old enough to hold a little girl and they sat between the rows of benches. My prayers answered. I was still there looking at them until the mother took Valene away. I found out that he was one of the workers who took care of the church area. Just blame me. Just like me, I blame myself many times. I swear I will never forgive myself. But at least he was in a safe place. Then I applied to be a worker in the church. I even intend to become a nun. But to live that profession, it takes a very long process. I decided to go through the process with a purpose, I could see Valene's situation up close every day.

Called Clara. A retired nun who quit due to illness. His daily activity is to help clean the yard. Valene ended up living together in her small house behind the church building. We sometimes cross paths when we are creative in that church area, but Valene doesn't recognize me. He forgot everything that happened.