As usual, it was the creeping paranoia that woke her. She kept her eyes closed remaining perfectly still as she strained to listen and make sure there wasn't anyone else in the room with her. There was a moment when she thought she heard someone breathing but it as the echo of her voice.

Then the noise settled in at a dull roar.

Don't open your eyes or you'll see them.

She's just waiting to drown you.

They know exactly where you are.

Are you going to keep running forever?

Pathetic failure.

Weak.

Not a threat.

She opened her eyes and after satisfying herself the room was indeed empty, she let out a sad sigh. Another day of living on the run like some common criminal. Gone were the days of sleeping till she liked it, being woken gently by timid servants and offered the finest of treats in bed.

Now she made her nests in dark abandoned buildings, in small rooms with no windows and only one entrance. A pile of blankets surrounded her and were tangled around her limbs. A bag with all of her possessions in it sat near the door. In theory the noise of the bag being dragged on the floor would alert her if someone tried to sneak in and kill her.

Maybe I'll just stay here today. She thought to herself but instantly rejected that idea. A moving target is harder to hit. Don't give in so easily "princess" the last part was sarcastic as she seethed gently at her loss of status.