In the end, Sarah had milk and hazelnut syrup in her milk as a kind of celebration. She sipped it slowly on the balcony while enjoying the rare winter sun, letting the occasional breeze wake her up completely.
Hajin, who couldn't do anything all night for his princess's nightmares, had his arm around her shoulder as a weight to ensure the light blanket draped over her wouldn't slip away.
"How do you feel, Princess?"
"...I don't know," Sarah replied in a daze.
She thought she would be overjoyed when she heard that Joseph was no longer around. She had no idea what exactly Hajin's acquaintance did to the old man, but she could easily guess. She did hope it was a slow, agonizing exit where Joseph could question every single decision he had made in his life, but...
Was she happy?
"I feel like my anger has subsided, but I don't feel particularly happy about anything," Sarah said with a little sigh.
"Hmm..."
