Farewell.

Malcolm was getting the carriage outside ready as they were about to leave. It was almost noon, and Raziah was inside her room packing her stuff. There was nothing much to carry with her since she didn't bring anything with her in the first place apart from her mask, and the sword King Eleazar had gifted her. 

The mask has been sitting peacefully in her drawer ever since she had arrived, and as she stared hard at it she recalled the night she had gotten married. No one told her it wasn't gonna be a masquerade party, but she didn't care anyways. 

As she caressed it gently, the door opened and Gwen came in walking in with urgency. She was dressed in an even more voluminous gown than the last time Raziah had seen her, and her clothing also had the same emblem Aragon's possessed. A falcon.