Time was ticking, and the sun was almost over her head.
Whitney, with her maids and guards, left the palace and headed for the carriage. Her sudden departure made many questions, and she kept making fake excuses about her mother being sick.
Anna, her loyal maid who came with her, was surprised to hear this because Concubine Hera was fine when they left the Arawn Kingdom.
“Okay, Anwen, I’ll go first. Please take care of yourself,” Whitney said, and Anwen nodded slowly.
“Yes, Auntie. Be careful on your way, and I hope grandma gets well soon. I’ll be waiting for you to come here again.”
Whitney smiled. She then said goodbye to Adaline and the people who escorted her to the front of the palace.
She glanced at Trish who was also there for a moment before she finally turned and headed towards the carriage waiting for her.
When the Arawn princess’s carriage came out of the gate, Trish felt relieved because one problem was gone. Now there was only one more.
