As expected, Aurora did not go back to Lanterbur that day. The following day was one filled with yet another episode of mourning. King Henricus was not even buried yet and the royal family had suffered another loss. But no one was in as much pain as the mother of the lost.
Ever since waking up from her sleep that lasted from dusk till dawn, Aurora had done nothing but stare out of the window. Any color in her face, any expression had drained off from her, having been washed away with the blood that she released the other day. Like the soul had been ripped off of her along with the child that she lost. She ate nothing, spoke to no one, and no one dared disturb her other. For only she knew the pain she was feeling, and the others had to make sure she had her time in mourning.