Morgan sat in the dark room. She could not even see her son for the last time just like she was not able to see her daughter, the thought wounded her more than she had ever thought it would.
Now that she was sitting alone, all she could see was flashes of their youth. Their smiling faces and the way their skin felt when they used to hug her and tell her that they loved her. If only she would have stopped the marriage of her daughter in the foreign lands.
If only she could stop her son from leaving for those foreign lands, "i will bring her children." he had whispered to her. But where were they now?
The one standing with Olivia did not look like he wanted to meet her. For she was the mother of a traitor for him. Did he kill Cedric with his own hands?
