A night passed in darkness and agitation. The stars and the moon disappeared into the brightness of the new day as the sun rose in the sky. Like every day, the dew of the morning settled on the leaves and flowers. It sparkled in the warm sun rays. The birds were chirping enthusiastically, flying out of their nest to find the food.
The morning would have brought pleasant smiles to many faces solely because of the lady who enjoyed those things. Nevertheless, the same morning held no life or warmth without her.
The heat of the pure diminished by the cry of the Loar family continued in the burial ground. Unsure and unaware of how their son ended up in a state of suicide. They cursed a death to the person who caused a loss in their family.
The palace guards were shaking in dread, sealing their lips from what they had witnessed. The maids were sitting in the cold cell behind the bars, in the hopes to be released and in fear of facing the same fate as the other maid.
