The clouds were getting darker as the sun was going down, the whole day Mircea hadn't seen the bright yellow light of the sun. Etna had requested Mircea to take a long bath-and she had abided by her wish on one condition: Etna would leave her alone once she was done with her bath.
After much bickering she agreed to it. She promised to come to her bedchamber after an hour. Mircea didn't waste her time donning her garments as Etna was going to undress her later.
Mircea lay her head down on her bed in her fresh bathing robe. She could see the passing of grey clouds from the angle, as she recalled her earlier conversation with Faustina. Posterior to her yes-Faustina had gushed about how she finally found the one for her.
Amazingly, she didn't utter a word about if she missed her dead husband. Mircea, too, avoided the topic. Surely, things had changed between the sisters, there seemed to be many topics Mircea wanted to avoid speaking of with Faustina.
