This was the second time this day. This is the second time that she cries in one day, she couldn't believe it the first time it happened when Azar mentioned that they would've to leave soon, and now she didn't believe it either.
She couldn't deny the fact that she was mad at her father for always hiding the truth, for always keeping everything to himself all these years. She even forced herself to mature up faster than all children her age so that she can help her father and lessen the weight that he carries on his shoulders.
She wanted to help with both governing over the people and governing over his heart. His heart still carries the memory of her mother every single moment of every single day since she was gone. He couldn't bear to see her face hanging on the walls as he walked because he would be reminded of how sad he is without her, of how empty he became when she left.
