In the dead of night in the Kingdom, on the second floor of Idan and Arabel's private home, Anna sat alone in a large bed and sighed softly, wiping her long red hair.
After the stormy nights spent with Richard, it was difficult for her to be alone, especially now that she had become a bronze-ranked cultivator. She couldn't fall asleep.
"It's not for nothing that they say that a person gets used to good things quickly," Anna whispered, feeling empty in her soul, looking at the empty half of the bed.
"Stop thinking only about obscenities, Anna," she told herself, trying to focus on the upcoming event—the wedding of her only daughter.
She recalled her own wedding to Richard, which was held with great fanfare for both families. For Anna, this day, which was supposed to be one of the most important in her life, as for any girl, seemed like the day when family shackles were put on her.
She remembered the words of regret and the gift of her dead mother.
