"Hey, welco back, Your Highness.." said the old witch with a smile. She had seen blood splatter on Emlyn's clothes, but she didn't say anything. As long as Emlyn looked fine, Mrs. Adler wouldn't ask her too many questions.
"What are you making?" Emlyn asked. She looked into the pot and saw the soup. Suddenly she felt hungry again after not being able to feel hunger for weeks.
This was a good feeling, she thought. After she went to stay in this hut, she had to force herself to eat so that she wouldn't die and her recovery process could go well.
If it was up to her, she wouldn't eat anything because she didn't have any appetite. But now, she was craving the simple soup that the old witch was making. It slled good too.
"I am making soup, Princess," said the old witch. "Would you like so?"
"Yes, please..." said Emlyn. She put the money bag on the floor and got ready to eat. She took a bowl from beside the stove and waited for Mrs. Adler to scoop so soup for her.
It tasted good. Maybe this was what peace of mind could bring to her. Now that she knew her baby would not be in danger from having the treacherous butler around her, Emlyn could feel relieved.
Now, she only had to think about how she could find ways to et her husband. She had seen him being surrounded by soldiers and other people. It was so hard to get close to him now.
It was very different from back then when he was still cursed. Emlyn could disguise herself as a male servant and hover around him. Now, he was grieving and the security asure around him was tightened.
It was so much harder to even get closer to him, let alone doing it without arousing suspicions. Well.. she could think about it tomorrow. Now, she better ate and slept well to regain her strength.
Mrs. Adler was so happy to see Emlyn eat a lot. This showed that the princess was feeling better. Maybe it had sothing to do with the blood on her clothes?
Without being asked by Emlyn, she boiled water and prepared warm water for her to wash up.
"Your Highness, you will feel better if you washed up before sleep," she said, handing out a small clean cloth and the warm water in the basin to Emlyn.
The princess accepted them with a grateful heart. They now had a lot of money. She promised herself that their trip to Winterre would be comfortable. No more staying in abandoned huts and find food from the forest.
And before she left for Atlantea, she would make sure to leave the old witch enough gold to have a good life in her ho. She was old and shouldn't have to work so hard in her later years.
"Thank you," Emlyn said with a smile. She wiped herself clean and changed into a fresh outfit. She decided to buy new sets of clothes tomorrow in the nearest town. They would need them for the trip and also to disguise themselves.
***
"Your Highness...." John bowed down so low when he saw the crown prince enter the royal palace. His face looked happier than he was today when Mars left him and this made the prince feel intrigued.
Did sothing happen while he was away?
"Do you have sothing to tell ?" Mars asked him.
John nodded. "Yes, Your Highness. I am happy because, after so long, His Majesty finally returned to the palace."
John was aggrieved to see his masters in their current condition. The family that he had been serving faithfully for decades was in a wreck after the queen was killed, and it broke the butler's heart.
He was happy to see the crown prince returned, but when the king finally could overco his grief and made an appearance in the palace, John felt so relieved. He had seen King Jared ca.
Aside from his sorrowful expression, the king didn't do or say anything that a mad man would do, unlike what happened weeks ago, when he ordered so many people's execution for even the most trivial reasons.
Maybe.. finally, the king's grief had subsided a little, so he could beco himself again. Or, maybe the prince's arrival had that effect on King Jared. The monarch had been waiting for his son for so long, so they could share their grief together.
"Where is my father?" Mars asked John.
The butler pointed respectfully at the king's study. "He is waiting for you in his study, Your Highness."
"Okay."
Mars walked briskly in that direction. Suddenly the sorrow he felt for his mother's passing filled his mind when he thought about his father.
So, this was how it felt like to lose a parent, he told himself.
Sohow, his mind went to Emlyn. He imagined how shocked and aggrieved she was when she found out that not only her parents, but also her brothers and sisters, and basically her whole family were gone.
What she experienced was far worse than what Mars was having now. Emlyn went from having a big family to suddenly becoming an orphan, and a holess one at that.
He could see how her anger and grudge were justified. Truly, the war had taken so many victims, that Mars felt his stomach churn just from thinking about it.
Before he t and fell in love with Emlyn, he didn't see the kingdoms they conquered and the people from a personal level. They were all just numbers.
He only thought about how he could please his father who wanted to rule the whole continent.
Now that he was the one who had to experience losing a family mber, a mother he deeply loved, Mars's sympathy went out to those people who had suffered under their invasion.
KNOCK
KNOCK
He opened the door to his father's study after knocking and didn't hear a response.
"Father..." Mars stepped inside the study and found his father sitting like a statue on his chair. The king looked twenty years older than the last ti Mars saw him.
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