After Daphne's conversation with Zephyr, she was left feeling even more lost than before. She had been stumbling and tripping as she made her way aimlessly around the palace, rejecting Zephyr's offer of keeping her company.
It didn't take long before her feet led her toward her father's old office. She had heard the news. He had died rather unceremoniously, killed by her good-for-nothing older brother.
It was a rather fitting outcome and frankly, Daphne didn't have it in her to mourn for a parent who did not care for her all her life. She supposed that there was a little bit of grief, but with everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours, this was just a speck of dust in comparison.
