"Drink, Queen, Drink." a blank voice barked.
Drinmeeca cringed as the cold water was poured down her throat. She instantly began coughing once the water had filled up her throat and mouth. She looked around and saw Mildred standing there with a pitcher and glass of water. Mildred was about to pour down more when Percius strolled into the room. Drinmeeca stood there, still frozen. Percius waved Mildred away and sat by Drinmeeca's chair. He reached out his hand, touching her cheek tenderly.
"Oh, how I love you, my queen." he cooed.
Drinmeeca shut her eyes and tears formed, trickling down her cleansed face. She opened her eyes and slapped away his hand. She turned around, not wanting to speak with him. Drinmeeca could feel his sadness and concern for her, but she did not want anything to do with this man. She crossed her arms, crying silently. She heard Percius sigh and walk away. Drinmeeca turned back to lay on her chair, still crying.
"Why did it have to be me? What did I do to deserve such a punishment?! I'm a mere child and here, they make me queen!! Lord help me!" Drinmeeca ranted.
She slid to the ground, sobbing. Drinmeeca tore off her crown and jewlery and wept. She shouted aloud to her God and continued crying, "Why me? Why me?" She banged her fists on the white marble ground. She tore off her sandals and ran around in her prison, screaming, "Why did it have to be me, God?" Drinmeeca picked up her long dress and ran around madly.
Tired out, she slipped to the ground again and began to cry. She hugged herself and cried. She looked up at the painting of the sky sadly, as if nothing in the world could make her smile ever again. Drinmeeca huddled against the wall and draped the dress around her shoulders like a blanket and slept...
Drinmeeca groaned as she felt another icy touch on her cheek. She shivered as Percius pulled her up, hugging her with his pathetic love. She opened her eyes to see the painting of the sky, streaked with a mix of blue and white. Percius let her go, grasping her hand and leading her to their throne. He smiled as she sat down as if she were his pet and he, the owner. Drinmeeca stared at the painting, as if it had some significance to it. She had a sudden urge to touch it, to feel the wispy clouds in her hands, to feel the wind blowing her hair.
She hugged herself, telling herself that she couldn't, that she was trapped in the Robot World. Drinmeeca stared at the sky again. She almost started crying, but didn't, for fear of the evil Percius. She promised herself that she would get out, someway or the other. Tolomeer would come with her too. How could she escape when there were no doors? All the doors seemed to disappear when someone walked out of them.
Drinmeeca yearned for her mother. She yearned for her home, the sweet smell of honey bread in the morning. She yearned for the wind to blow her away. Most of all, Drinmeeca yearned to be free.
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