Malika leaning on the rails, gave out a downbeat sigh as she watched Zamiel fly away, the pressure from his powerful wings made the air ripple with his foreboding energy, the castle ground and walls shaking.
At that moment, she suddenly realized her wing had disappeared, making her twirl around as she glanced above her shoulders. She suddenly missed it, it was beautiful indeed. The thought that she could fly made her heart accelerate with excitement, but she felt a gaping hole of emptiness without Zamiel's presence.
With a glum countenance, she went into the room. Peeling her clothes off, she took a warm bath and clad herself in new clothes, while she waited patiently for Zamiel.
Sitting on the balcony, she looked out into the castle grounds as servants did their menial work, while the women tattled, springing rrumorsamidst the work they were carrying out.
