Chapter 279. What to Do With a Thing Called Freedom?

"What are you doing?" Cordelia mumbled deep inside her. She sounded as if she was taking a nap.

"I-" Doris backed away from the palace. The guards at the top of the steps stared at her curiously, perhaps they thought she had lost her mind. She turned and quickly walked down the path that led to the woods by the palace. Fresh air, she needed fresh air.

"Where are you going? You just sobbed for two hours, why aren't you going to clean up?"

"I need... I don't know." Doris glanced back at the palace and still no one followed her.

It felt as if the last few months were starting to crush her chest. All of the mistakes, all of the changes. It came rushing back to her faster than she could handle. Her lungs couldn't find air, she felt as if she was about to collapse.

The weight of her freedom crushed her, of how much her life has changed faster than she could grasp onto it. She could run and run without the fear that she would be caught and thrown in a cell for