Selene’s POV
In fact, I have a bad feeling, because I can feel my link with Beowulf is disappearing. But when it was confirmed, it still broke me. Why? Why is fate cruel to me? Or Am I an unlucky person. People who loved me and were good to me left me, first my mother and then my Beowulf.
When I lie in bed, I feel the life force of the passing. Strangely, I felt nothing, even a little joy. Finally, my life is coming to an end. My worthless life is coming to an end. My sad love is coming to an end.
Sibyl, don't you cry. You're already queen, and you have to be strong. I am a weak woman, and I cannot be as strong as you.
She sat on the edge of the bed, holding my hand tightly with her soft, delicate hands, as if I would disappear as soon as she relaxed. Her fair, lily-like and pure face was covered with glistening tears. Her eyes, brighter than the stars in the sky, stared at me.
