Carlos watched as Sophia walked away, his heart tightening with despair. Oh, how tragic his fate was! How could a man possibly endure such suffering? To be separated from his muse for so long, an eternity, some would say.
As she slowly walked farther from him, the man collapsed to his knees, tears escaping his eyes. He continued to watch those beautiful golden strands drift away with each step.
The worst part was knowing that it was his own fault. He was the one who had accepted this task instead of staying by his queen's side, as he should have. And along with his sorrow came the burning frustration of not being with her.
"Why did you come up with this sudden meeting?" he turned, ready to vent his anger on Ana. "That spoiled, vain fool has no future, there's no reason to waste time on him!"
