I left my beloved Taaffeite with a sour face and a bitter, frozen heart. I didn't even shed a single tear as I boarded onto the designated tinted black Audi RS5 Panther. Even when Papa hugged me goodbye, I felt nothing.
My Taaffeitians excitedly and voluntarily lined up the streets all the way to the airport with a happy smile on their face, waving their hands enthusiastically as we drove past. How ironic! None was there when I got married and now they looked as though they were pleased to see me leaving.
Yes, I'm totally aware that it was Wystan's doing during the wedding, and I'm sure my people were excited purely because they saw royalties driving past. Still, I could not bring myself to get out of the negativity.
