Back at the princess' palace, In the middle of the night a carriage has been called for Loraine. Wearing a black robe and suitcase in her hand, regretfully she looks up at the window of Sylvia's room
: Can I not at least say good bye?!
Lars who was helping her sister departure looks at her and says.
: No, if you go then your departure would be even more painful. Not only for you but for her too.
She sighs and asks Lars,
: Brother can you do me a last favour?!
: What is it?!
: Tell the princess that I loved her dearly and we will surely meet again. So she must wait for me and grow stronger.
: Sure , I shall pass on your message to the princess.
The coachman slapps the whip and the horses neigh. They starts to gallop and the carriage slowly started to move.
Moonlight is shining on the palace marbles and makes it look something out of a fairytale.
Loraine looks out the carriage window to Sylvia's room and thinks to herself, the life on the inside is no fairy tale. And for that small child with the kindest heart to see all this ugly nightmare. Fate is too cruel.
The carriage speeds a little and the palace is now out of sight.
Loraine sighs one last time as if mocking the irony of fate , then closes the curtains.