"Did they go after them?"
"Yes, the prince and some other men went to Phola."
Barbara noted.
"The prince!" In such a short time her mind was filled by his vague figure. She had to wait, and couldn't bother others.
"Why don't you live in the Greenwood mansion?"
Asked Luna to change the discussion. She was too keen to know if Elenore truly changed.
"It wasn't mine! I don't want it and no one lives there."
She replied in brief her head lowered, watching a point that wasn't familiar.
"My parents were living there, but they perished right after typhoid rooted in our lands."
Luna gulped, what a terrible death. Those days were dark and bitter. So that sweet home did not last long for them to live in.
"Does your son know about us being existed?"
Asked Luna, she couldn't treat her bad, time had passed and she could hazily remember what she had done to them. The memories got blank through time and were replaced with beautiful ones.
