She turns around and begins to walk away knowing that she will not be able to imprison Nicholas as she had intended. The old woman was too wise. And all odds were against her right now. She tilts her head a little to catche a glimpse of the door that has now become quiet and peaceful. Nicholas. She knew that the woman knew something but wouldnt say.
Oh! when all odds are stacked against me, will you be the only even one?
The old woman watches her walk away and takes in a deep breath. After she was sure the princess was gone, she heaves a sigh of relief. If course she knows what the man is. Why else would she agree to be his adopted mother?
She walks towards the door and knocks twice. "Nicholas...?" She calls. There was no movement from the other side as she leans against the door. "Are you feeling good?"
No response.
