The bright moonlight shone through the window, dressing Diya in a luminous gown, while the deep shadows engulfed the girl on the bed.
The witch approached cautiously, as if afraid to awaken the princess's sweet dream.
When Diya arrived at the bedside, the girl's visage clearly reflected in the witch's eyes. Serene, tranquil, beautiful—she was a sight to behold, even asleep, her mere presence radiating a divinity that made mortals feel shame.
She was Sleeping Beauty, the Liss of Lissdia, another persona of Diya, a princess truly recognized by the Divine Being of Gospel.
The princess had departed the Tower; the White Queen, Black Butler, and Red Death Cultist had also left the Tower.
Only the Sleeping Beauty remained trapped within the Tower.
Diya sat at the bedside, clasped Sleeping Beauty's hand, and a great fear began to climb into her heart—things she had never contemplated before exploded like thunder within her.
