"Xhem?" He was surprised to see her, especially that he had never thought she was already bearing a child. "Is that you?"
"My prince…I'm home…" Xhemin gasped at Huzey's grave as if she had not heard Ziggy's call and tears streamed down her pretty messed up face. "Why did you not wait for me?"
"Xhem…" Ziggy ran to welcome her, but the girl made her way past through him and kneeled on Huzey's grave, not minding the damp mud that dirtied her dress and Ziggy's presence. Seeing how devasted she was, the Youngest sire, lost every possible word he could tell her and when his words didn't make it, his tears did, and he sobbed again as she did.
"How dare you bury him without me," Xhemin said softly seemingly confronting whoever buried her prince without giving her a chance to say goodbye. She had risked their life—her baby and hers—just to bid the Diamond Prince farewell and yet everyone already buried him, "I want to see him, I want to see his face,"
