Nicholas was standing on his balcony, looking at that window over there, hoping he could see a glimpse of Sophie so he could be sure that she was fine.
No, she was not fine, that was for sure. However, something within him felt aggrieved by her situation. Being a king, powerful and wealthy, didn't mean anything. He could not help the woman he loved.
The only thing he could do now was provide a roof over her head and her children's heads, making sure they would want nothing physically. However, what could he do to ease her pain? What could he do to help her wounded soul?
Sophie had been disappointed by men and she suffered so much. She didn't deserve any of those. Every time Nicholas met his sons, he would ask them if Sophie was feeling better and they would always shake their heads gloomily.
"Mom is still feeling sad," Luciel would say.
