Their search for that day ended up futile, Rosalie sulked all the way back, her expression was grim for various reasons.
The first being, that they could find no trace of Hermione.
And the next being, her oblivion to Hermione's origin. Where she came from, it made her feel like she was a bad friend.
Time upon time it occurred to her to ask, but she felt it would only burden the poor girl. Already judging from the rumors flying around about her parents and their death. It was not a wise choice asking her at that time. So she had thought.
Regardless, she knew that what she felt was in no way comparable to what might be running through the Crown Prince's mind at the moment. Adjudicating from the aura surrounding him.
Even his men, Cesarean and Korden, thought it wise to keep away from him by a lengthy distance. Because anything, absolutely anything can disintegrate the bomb into an uproar of explosion.
