In the city of Kufstein, a dense torrent of rain bombarded the denizens of the Austrian Capital. It was an utterly depressing atmosphere as the wind and rain swept away any stains that may have existed in the city's streets.
Linde gazed out the windows of the Royal Palace with a virgin strawberry daiquiri in her hand and a sullen expression on her pretty face. There was nothing she wanted more than to drink an actual alcoholic beverage at this moment, however she was pregnant with what could very well be her beloved's last child, and she would never threaten the safety of such a precious gift.
It had been nearly twelve hours since she had received word that Berengar had gone missing shortly after arriving in the New World, and she was in a state of complete and total despair. As she lounged away in the bar of the Royal Palace, she sighed to herself. Without her noticing, Hans had approached and gazed upon his mother's look of grief with a painful heart.
