Howling winds whistled past the griffin, and its two riders sat on its back in silence.
Firis' eyes were bright red from crying, and there were still tears streaming uncontrollably down on her face, dripping onto her clothes. However, she remained completely silent, not even uttering a single sob as she stared up at the black-robed man sitting before her.
His black robes were flapping in the wind, and she could only see half of his mask from this angle, so she didn't know what he looked like. However, the mask gave her quite a forbidding feeling, making her too afraid to say anything.
This was the man who the princess missed day and night, and she had even given birth to this man's child.
Firis had heard countless legends about him.
Even though he was only a human, he'd become the greatest hero in the hearts of countless women under the heavens.
However, Firis didn't care about all that. In fact, she detested him.
