An hour passed by, and the little prince refused to move from where they were seated. He continued sitting at the cliff, staring mindlessly at the river where he knew his mother would be. Those eyes were swollen from shedding tears, and his tiny shoulders could be seen heaving every now and then. Though he had somehow calmed down, deep in his heart, he was still hurting, calling out for his mother.
By late noon, the little guy had fallen asleep, finally exhausting himself from continuously crying. Lady Tyra, being a powerful witch herself, disappeared from that cliff with Drayce and reappeared inside the Second Prince's chamber.
