Orla was dazed while brushing her hair. Lothar was standing on the balcony watching Alora meditating and Arihan standing like a wall that could stop any kind of tides from disturbing her.
Lothar exhaled uneasily. From the time Alora said she had given the protection charm to Agost, he was restless. He had barely closed his eyes at night and silently watched over Alora who was struggling in a nightmare.
Calling a storm on their way was too simple. Orla would be leaving them soon, Alora's destiny was unknown, and Eugenie was trying to grasp everything, without pressuring Alora or Orla.
Despite knowing everything, he was helpless, having no power to control anything. Sometimes he also hoped the king could have taken care of the Anka and their queens could live longer and happier.
Well, it wasn't possible. He wasn't a king but a king consort, who isn't a monarch in his own right.
How could he just watch silently?
