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Emlyn stood in silence for almost one hour. Tears were streaming down her cheeks slowly. She thought her tears were already dry, but apparently, she was wrong. She didn't know humans could produce that many tears from their eyes.

Mrs. Adler only stood beside her, unable to say anything. She was feeling sad for Emlyn, the holess princess who was now stuck in the enemy's place and mourning her brother's death.

The witch could see how devastated this princess was, as she stood there looking at the dead man without saying anything.

Mrs. Adler saw how Emlyn was still surrounded by the sa dark aura she saw on her from the first ti they t, and her heart felt so heavy.

The old witch had never seen soone with such a dark aura as Emlyn before. Now, she wondered if this princess was actually cursed too.

Did she et any witch on the way here? Did she offend anyone? The darkness around her didn't seem natural.

Now, Mrs. Adler wished she was a powerful witch herself so she could help Emlyn. It looked like misfortune after misfortune kept knocking on her door.

Too bad, she was just an old witch who could only brew potions and read people's luck from her divination window. She had no power to help Emlyn during these tough tis.

Emlyn was not the only lonely Winterrian in Draec. Mrs. Adler too. She missed her comfortable ho by the sea. Unfortunately, she knew with her old age and her frail health, she could never go back there.

Right now, Winterre was just a distant dream to her. Maybe it was also a distant dream for Princess Emlyn?

"How did he die, if I may ask?" Finally, after they were standing in silence for what seed like a really long ti, Mrs. Adler took the courage to ask Emlyn a question.

Emlyn turned to her and replied with a really low voice. "My brother died to protect , Mrs. Adler. The crown prince's n shot him with arrows when he tried to kill His Highness."

Seeing the confusion in Mrs. Adler's eyes, Emlyn slowly told her what happened to Killian.? The witch looked so sympathetic and sad for Emlyn. By now, she already considered the princess a friend, and she cared about her.

Gosh... she felt very, very sorry for Emlyn. So, within two years, she lost her family, her kingdom, and now her remaining sibling.

"So, yeah... Thank you for standing by today. I just need soone to be with while I mourn my brother. I am afraid I would go crazy if I am on my own," Emlyn explained the reason why she invited Mrs. Adler to co.

"I am happy Your Highness rembers during this difficult ti," Mrs. Adler replied. "It's an honor."

She saw Emlyn's pregnancy was already showing. The old witch could only imagine how hard it must be for the pregnant woman to deal with this situation.

Emlyn was deep in thoughts again as the mory of her childhood with Killian flooded her mind. She missed him so badly for two years, and she didn't expect that the final monts she would see him again were in the land of the enemy.

And now, Killian was dead. She was on her own.

After the sun was slowly setting, finally, Emlyn steeled her heart and said goodbye to her brother.

"I'm sorry things turned out this way, Killian," she whispered. "I will really miss you."

She touched Killian's cold cheek and then hugged his lifeless body. She had spent hours just standing there to mourn him in silence. Now, her feet almost gave up on her. It was now ti to go ho.

After she bid her farewell to Killian, Emlyn got out of the pavilion, followed by Mrs. Adler. Together, they walked slowly toward the main building. The breeze was blowing and brought chills to their bodies, but Emlyn didn't even feel it.

Her whole being was numbed by grief. After this, she just wanted to sleep and stay in bed for a long ti.

"Is the crown prince back?" Emlyn asked Roshan when she stepped inside the castle. The butler bowed down and shook his head.

"Not yet, Your Highness."

"Well then, I will have to eat without him," Emlyn said. She turned to Mrs. Adler and asked if she would join her for dinner as well. "Would you like to join for dinner before Roshan take you ho?"

Mrs. Adler imdiately nodded. Not only she liked the food here, but she also wanted to stay a little bit longer to keep Emlyn company. "Yes, Your Highness. I will gladly have dinner with you.

"That's good," Emlyn forced a smile and motioned Roshan to prepare dinner. "We can eat now."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Emlyn and Mrs. Adler ate dinner in silence again. The old witch realized that in a mont like this, Emlyn didn't need words of consolation. She just needed soone to be with her, to suffer with her in silence.

Once they finished having dinner, Mrs. Adler took her leave. Roshan asked a coachman and one servant to take the old witch ho.

"Thank you for coming today, Mrs. Adler. If you don't mind, would you like to co back again here, maybe.. next week?" Emlyn asked as Mrs. Adler got ready to go.

The old witch nodded with a smile. "Yes, Your Highness. I will co and bring you so potions that will be good for your health."

Emlyn still took daily potion from Mr. Vitas to keep her pregnancy healthy, and she didn't feel like taking any more potions from other people, but she didn't want to turn down Mrs. Adler's kind gesture.

So, she said yes. "Thank you, Mrs. Adler. I really appreciate it. Safe travels and see you next week."

The old witch bowed down again and turned around to leave the castle.

Once the witch was gone, Emlyn went to her chamber and lay down in bed. It's past 9 pm but her husband was still not ho. She wondered what took him so long.

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