Apple garden- Days later
The king was standing right across the prince and Asaya. The moonlight was flashing out between leaves and kissing their faces.
A chilling wind made a few leaves fall and was warning that autumn will reach Nickbones very soon.
King's gaze locked on his granddaughter. She was amazingly similar to her mother. Behind his heavy sight, there was a world of unspoken stories.
A deep-rooted adnate sorrow mixed with regret which hurts his soul and at the same time scratching it. But regret what? For not taking his daughter seriously. However, his expression had something else to say; a nice peace.
Nobody could believe he is an incontinence man who killed his daughter.
