+25 Points\u00a0<\/p>\n
My wish\u00a0<\/p>\n
It had been several days since Alessandro told Abril that maybe he would end up falling in love with her. Those words had left Abril thoughtful, although seeing that her relationship with the king remained the same, she wondered if all that had been a dream, or an illusion created by her desire\u00a0<\/p>\n
to be loved.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As the days passed and her relationship with Alessandro didn\u2019t change, she finally stopped\u00a0<\/p>\n
thinking about it, dismissing it as a mere illusion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A month later, Sirius went to see Alessandro and said, \u201cI think I\u2019ve found what you asked me for.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did it take you so long?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not easy to find a way to treat a wound as deep as the one the princess received and not leave a scar when you can\u2019t use magic. I\u2019ve had to search for endless plants to be able to do what you asked, and I\u2019m not so sure of the results, but I think it will work.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro stood up and said, \u201cGive me the medicine, I\u2019ll take it to her myself.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sirius handed him the ointment he carried in his bag and said, \u201cYou must apply it to the wound every day. It is not a magical medicine, so the results will not be seen immediately.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro left. When he arrived at his room, he found Abril on the balcony. The gentle spring breeze ruffled her long red hair. She looked beautiful bathed in the sun\u2019s rays. He approached her and said, \u201cWhat are you doing, up? You should be in bed.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m tired of being in bed,\u201d she replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou haven\u2019t recovered yet. You must be more prudent. Did you get up by yourself?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, one of the maids helped me up, but I wanted to be alone, so I asked her to leave.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHave any of the maids been rude to you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, but I wanted to be alone. I didn\u2019t want her to stay behind me all the time like a shadow.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s go inside.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro was going to carry Abril in his arms and take her back to the room, but she said, \u201cWait, Your Majesty, I don\u2019t want to go in yet. Let me stay here a little longer, please.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, but just a little while longer.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril rested her arms on the railing and stared at the palace gardens.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you looking at?\u201d Alessandro asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
MON\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
O\u00a0<\/p>\n
<\u00a0<\/p>\n
My wish\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe flowers are very beautiful, don\u2019t you think so?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Points\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro had never paid much attention to that sort of thing. He glanced over, the garden was in full bloom. There were endless flowers of different colors, making the garden look full of life. As he saw it, he replied, \u201cI suppose you\u2019re right, it\u2019s beautiful. Do you like flowers a lot?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I love them because they are full of life and color. Whenever I see them, they make me feel like I\u2019m still alive, too.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The memory of when she had been pushed into the rose bushes came to Abril\u2019s mind, of the pain she had felt when all those thorns had dug into her skin and tangled in her hair. She said, \u201cAlthough I don\u2019t like roses, or any flower that has thorns.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat other things don\u2019t you like?\u201d He asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril looked up at the vast blue sky. She saw a bird soaring through the heavens in total freedom and wished she could be as free as that bird, even if only once. She replied, \u201cBeing locked up. I\u00a0<\/p>\n
have been locked up, deprived of my freedom since I was a child, and I hate it. I hate living like a\u00a0<\/p>\n
caged bird whose wings have been clipped.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro felt like garbage just like King Venobich was. He had done what she hated most. He\u00a0<\/p>\n
had locked her up like a bird, denying her freedom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro took her in his arms, changing the subject, and said, \u201cWe must go in. You can\u2019t overdo\u00a0<\/p>\n
it, your wound could open.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He carried her to the bed, laid her down gently, and said, \u201cSirius has made some medicine for you\u00a0<\/p>\n
so that you won\u2019t have a scar.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t really care about that. It\u2019s in a place that can\u2019t be seen,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I will see it, and when I run my hands over your body, I will feel it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI suppose that would displease Your Majesty.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not really that. I just don\u2019t want you to have a scar. I don\u2019t want you to have a permanent\u00a0<\/p>\n
reminder that you were hurt.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEven if there\u2019s no scar, I don\u2019t think I can forget it. Sometimes there are scars that no one can see, but that doesn\u2019t mean they\u2019re not there. There are wounds and scars that don\u2019t mark the body, but the soul, and there is no ointment or medicine that can erase them. All that remains is to wait for time to stop the wounds from bleeding and allow them to heal.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut sometimes you can forget them,\u201d Alessandro said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro lifted Abril\u2019s nightgown, removed the bandage, and checked the wound. It was still red,\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
<My wish\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Points\u00a0<\/p>\n
although it looked much better. He applied the ointment with his fingertips, very carefully so as not to hurt her. She said, \u201cWhen I recover, can I go home?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro began to bandage her again and asked, \u201cHas anyone been rude to you or ignored you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Abril replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why do you want to leave the main palace? If there\u2019s anything you don\u2019t like, tell me, and I\u2019ll have it changed. Ask for what you want, and it will be done.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat I desire, Your Majesty, you cannot give me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he finished bandaging her, Alessandro kissed her and said, \u201cIs it that you want me to love\u00a0<\/p>\n
you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not that either.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
nen what is it that you desire?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFreedom.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro was willing to grant anything the princess could have asked for, but there was only one thing he could never grant her, and that was her freedom. Abril knew that her wish was impossible to grant, and she said, \u201cI know that my wish is impossible to grant, so I only ask that you let me return to my house in the farthest corner of the palace, since there I can feel free, even though I know that freedom is only an illusion.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\u00a0<\/p>\n
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