Alexander was standing there like a rock. He couldn't believe his eyes. He saw the woman who was bowing before him, but he couldn't hear her voice. His senses became numb. He could clearly see her muttering something but he couldn't understand what was it. All he could see and imagine was that woman's face. It was very distant and a long ago memory. Even after all these years he still could remember her face vividly.
All that was going in his head was the comparison of this maid's face with a familiar face in his memory.
They were absolutely similar. Everything was same about the both faces. The only thing that was different were their eyes. Otherwise, their face structure, even their eyebrows were similar, that it was very scary to even think about the mere existence of another person like that woman. If it isn't because he knew that the woman died, then he would have thought she is still alive and working right under his nose, inside the palace.
