Two days later.
"Mother! Father!" Neriah cried out at the sight of her parents standing in the King's private drawing room.
The eyes of the queen of Avelah were instantly filled with tears as she saw her child. By the goddess she looked much better than the last time they saw her.
Her father was no different as he held on to her hand, smiling while fighting back hot tears.
Their joy knew no bounds at that moment because for one, no matter how much the Tragonian king and queen said they believed Neriah had no hand in the disappearance of the crown prince, it was hard to believe in their words. They had feared that one day the Tragonians would seek revenge for the death of their son and a war between the two nations would be inevitable.
Yet, like the greatest of magic, by a stroke of miracle, the prince who was assumed dead, was standing right behind their daughter… His wife.
