The queen… Fiona Schmidt withdrew her gaze and looked into the distance.
The spire of the main palace was clearly visible; that was the emperor's bedchamber, where generations of monarchs had lived.
It was said that on the day of the grand wedding the queen must stay in the main palace, and only afterwards move into the Queen's Palace—yet tonight, the woman staying by his side was someone else…
Fiona Schmidt yanked the curtains shut, her chest aching so badly she could hardly breathe. She clutched at her chest, slowly crouched down, then wrapped her arms around her knees and buried her face between her legs.
She was crying again. The tears poured out, completely beyond control, but she bit down hard on her lip, refusing to make a sound.
In that moment she missed her parents, her older brother, her sister-in-law, missed home even more, wishing she could fly back there this very second…
