Twenty-one. The number was small, insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but to Celandine these figures defined her entire life. She had been counting the days, each passing slower than the next. Every sunrise bringing bright rays of hope, with each sunset crashing her dreams into dust. Twenty one days ago her mother's scent began fading from the Glen. It was the youngest Argyris' own personal hell. How could she just leave? It seemed like only yesterday she wanted to be her mother, hoping to emulate her in every way, but now? No. She hated herself for begging the approval of the wolf who had pretended to care, and if that was how a queen should be, then the princess wanted anything but. When her rule began, she would be there for it.
Blowing past denial in a whirlwind of blurry days, Celandine dove headfirst into anger. It showed itself in every aspect of her daily life, flying off the handle over every little thing. Her sister's voice, the leaves blowing in the wind, and especially the flocks of birds that tore through the sky. Why were they allowed to keep their families together when she could not? Bargaining and depression set in the hardest, cementing a broken heart in place. If only she had been better, been worth her mother's approval... but it was no use. There was no one there to listen, not her sister, who was dealing with her own demons, nor her brother, or father who was trying his best to hold it all together. She had isolated herself so far away that she wasn't sure she could come back.
Laying against the river bank, she sighed, watching the ripples float on past.