Cara was not ashamed to be gone.
Sure, stepping down from the pedestal she had fallen in love with had felt like a stab in the chest, but the hypothetical wound was healing rather quickly, especially since her mind was now occupied on something else.
Though she would forever be a queen in her head, another side of her, more specifically her body was persuing something else, that at her blatant young age would seem like something to think twice about.
But not for Cara.
Despite her young age, she had already proven she was able to handle tough tasks, she wasn't the best but she had fought hard through it all, ans she would continue to always fight hard. That's why it shouldn't have surprised the dark male when her pale figure appeared between the bushes, completely unharmed (at least physically) and with a intrigued look plastered on her delicate features.