"Ariel hold on, you can't go there," Taffi held tightly onto his sister who was struggling to be free from his grip and go touch her dead father.
She was the closest person to him in the entire castle, and as much as his death back then affected them all equally, its impact on Ariel was worse.
The young Princess had locked herself up for a week and two day, attempting spells that she believed would bring her father back to life, she refused to eat a thing or speaking to anyone.
After numerous failed attempts, she gave up and had no choice but to accept the fact that her father was gone. There were no tears left to cry, no pages left unturn while in search of a solution.
What she didn't understand back then was why he had left them, why he took his life. She questioned if he truly loved them, if he loved her, because if he did, then he wouldn't have taken his life.
