Her face fell, but rather than pushing any further like she would have normally done, she kissed him on the forehead and snuggled tightly as she wrapped her arms over his torso as she bid the world goodnight.
A new dawn arose, the curse of darkness created by the dark witches had been lifted, indicating their absence after the destruction they had influenced.
Immediately Rama rose from the bed, the memories of the destruction yielded by the dark witches in the castle and Malika's abduction enveloped her like a flood, the weight of distress pressed upon her chest making it hard for her to breathe. She could still hear their dreadful screams and the vivid images of the deformed corpses.
