After nodding, the shaman slowly retreated into the shadows of the room.
Prince Devan turned around and walked outside the door. He saw his mother slowly approaching.
"Mother."
Devan took his mother's hand and kissed the back of her hand.
"My child, it's unbelievable that your wedding is happening so soon."
The old Queen forced a bitter smile on her wrinkled face,
"I thought about it when I woke up, both happy and sad. If only your father could witness your wedding, but alas..."
Prince Devan interrupted the old Queen:
"Calm your mind, Mother. Justice will inevitably be served. Eden has confessed to his sins, and he will soon die. Believe he will face his due punishment after death, while my father shall enjoy happiness."
The old Queen nodded and then, as if recalling something, advised:
