Yasmin sat alone in one of the many bedrooms of the Imperial Palace of Germany, the shades were drawn over the windows which completely blocked out the sunlight from entering the room. Tears streamed down from her amber eyes and onto her cheeks, like small rivers. She wanted nothing more than to hug her husband and two children at this moment. However, the man had left her when she needed him most, and took their young son with him.
A week had passed since the Princess of Al-Andalus heard that her brother had passed away. Though she wasn't given the exact details, it was clear that he had gotten himself killed in Morocco. For her entire life, Yasmin had looked after her brother, ensuring that he did not get into any trouble. She felt guilty over his death, believing that had she been by his side, advising him on matters of the State, then she could have convinced him not to act so recklessly.
