"Why is that?" Lhiana asked seeing the sadness on her face, the look of agony and despair etched on her beautifully crafted face. It was painful to look at. Such sadness ran deep into one's soul and it was clear that it was the same for her.
What shattered her heart completely was the dry smile she gave to her as a reply. "You will not understand, and I hope you never do."
Hermione told her and stood leaving her behind watching her back as it faded away.
. . .
In the North Capital of Avalon.
Servyn's attention was solely glued to object in his hand. He kept twirling it round and round while he had something on his mind. His face was straight and emotionless, his aura was daunting and heavy. With one look, it was obviously that he was not in a good mood.
If Hermione was to see him now, she would have doubted if he is the servyn she knows.
