Let us go back to before the dreaded communication with Heirim, where Anne and the four gentlemen were staring at the witch who hovered around Brom. The rainbow-colored eyes, keep gazing into the night God, while Brom with his calm demeanor just looks back at her.
"Now, now, Andharum, why do you have to betray me so? You know that I have done all of this just for you." With a face displaying a heartbreak, the witch was trying to get sympathy from Brom. Anne couldn't believe her eyes, how a woman could have so much infatuation over a man, she would curse a whole kingdom just to keep him at her arm's length.
"We should stop this game, Shadasa, just let me go, let this people go." Brom looked so tired, as he dropped himself to the ground and took a deep breath. "Two hundred years, and for two hundred years, you never successfully gained my heart."
