Irene caressed Brittany's hair, a sorrowful expression filling her eyes, "Brittany…" she murmured softly before releasing her embrace.
Brittany had her head down, tears dripping one after another, "… Stop crying dear. Seeing you cry makes grandmother unhappy, if you cry, grandmother will also cry, do you want to make grandmother cry? There is nothing wrong with your mother, she is alive and well, she will be back soon, alright?" Irene comforted as she wrapped her arms around Brittany again to hide her own tears.
Brittany stopped crying a while later, "How about you take a stroll around the garden and get some air, huh?" Irene suggested and Brittany nodded.
" You are the most obedient and most beautiful girl I have ever seen", Irene pinched Brittany's cheeks softly as she relaxed.
Brittany giggled, her face painted with tears "And I have the most spectacular grandmother in the kingdom"
Irene nodded proudly and grinned. As she was about to leave, she noticed Brittany's hair and an inexplicable sparkle appeared in her eyes. " Hide your hair, dear," she said, patting Brittany's head before turning to walk away.
Brittany sighed and fell back onto the bed, her eyes watering. Does this mean she was not the king's daughter after all? That explains why her eyes are hazel rather than green, but who exactly is her mother? What is her origin? Just what is she?
Getting out of bed, she proceeded to the bathroom, cleaned her face, and went back to the chamber. She sat before the mirror and stared at herself.
Her silver hair noticeably enhanced her charm. She was truly beautiful. It was at that moment she realized she looked nothing like queen Eunice, the woman she had called her mother for sixteen years.
She sighed with a heavy heart, and went into the closet.
She soon came out wearing a long ash-coloured cloak that covered her now braided tied hair, brown pants, and a white shirt. She grabbed her sword belt, buckled it around her waist, sheathed her weapon, and walked out of the room.
Brittany was on her way to the horse stable when she noticed Dora walking through the garden with a man. The memory of three days ago flashed through her mind, she shook her head and left to get her horse.
In the horse stable, Brittany approached a magnificent white horse with silver like hair, "Hey buddy, how are you today?" Following Brittany's lead outside the stable, the horse neighed as she stroked its head and fed it some apples.
Brittany, with her white horse in tow, approached the secured wall behind the castle. The horse's hooves clattered softly against the cobblestones as they drew closer.
In her leather gloved hands, she held the reins of the noble steed, its coat gleaming like freshly fallen snow as they stood before the wall.
With a deep gaze, Brittany stepped forward and traced a pentagon diagram on the wall. The enchanted stones, imbued with arcane power, yielded, slowly revealing a shimmering portal.
The King does not allow them to leave the castle walls without a group of guards at least, especially the princesses.
Though it was unknown to her at first, Brittany eventually got to know this wall through Dawn. Dawn told her that Raymond created this wall-portal whenever they sneaked out to visit the villages dressed as commoners.
The portal, shimmering with an ethereal hued blueish gray glow, beckoned Brittany and her horse. It was a gateway to the far end of the bridge leading to the castle.