"It's already three days..." The Omin Queen muttered in whispers, looking out far to the woods through the window of her room. The woods had some of its vegetation burnt, approximately eight years back, which strangely weren't still growing out. She could remember that the day in which the trees there were burnt to no more, she stared at them, exactly just like she's doing now, while pondering over what would her husband's reaction be pertaining to their hybrids.
'The trees are gone just like how happiness is gone, just like how the moments are dead.' She closed her eyes. The pain of how Lucifer hit her with a wind blade in the dining hall three days ago wasn't up to the minimum of pain her soul was experiencing right now.
