Fifty two years later -

Queen Kendall was about to start the festivities in an hour. She took a deep breath and stood by the window facing the moon. As a lone tear escaped her barriers and flowed down her cheek freely.

Ken came and stood beside her, stroking her hair. She hugged Ken. Ken hugged her back knowing fully aware that this was the only time Kendall would initiate it as a form of asking for support. He defenses broke the more teras flowed. She mumbled," We aren't mated yet. You shouldn't be here." Not for long, doll. You know the elders won't give us much time now." Kendall sobbed more," You know I can't...not until she comes."

Somewhere else:

Damon did Samarah's hair, who sat in front of the mirror. Samarah whispered," Will she come?" Damon replied promptly," She will soon. She can't be away for long without us." Samarah applied a lotion on her legs saying," I don't know why do I even bother. It's not like they work anyways."