Chapter 219 - A Wife, A Daughter, A Queen [Na'arvi]

Na'arvi was gazing fondly at the black rose. They called it black rose, but it was truly a red rose, with a very dark red shade and smell so enchanting, even the most sensibles ones would lose their minds. Na'arvi took a long whiff and smiled, the images from those nights dancing before her eyes. She felt warmth in her chest that was immediately overcome by sorrow. That was how it was since Indra's corporal form had passed. Every time Na'arvi had a cheerful memory, it was immediately followed by a deep sadness and longing.