'Father, I will wait for you!'
Looking at the velvety and yellow carpet of the courtroom, Aylin mumbled in a breathy and inaudible voice. Her fingers were clenched into tight fists and her eyes were teary. She was trying hard to swallow the lump that lingered in her throat and to keep her calm.
The heavy footsteps that were echoing in that vast and sophisticatedly decorated hall, slowly faded and a pain squeezed her heart, realizing that King Richard left.
"Princess Aylin!"
The deep and heavy voice of King Odin pulled her back from her bitter thoughts. Aylin instantly looked up, still standing stiffly in her place, "Yes, His Majesty?"
King Odin looked relaxed as he leaned more on his hand and asked nonchalantly, "Are you feeling better now? I heard that you were in bad shape when you arrived."
"I- I am better. Thanks for asking."
