All The World's A Stage

"...then we returned back to the palace in silence."

Fatma just gapes at you. "I...I don't know how to react. They chopped his head off?"

You nod slowly. "It was...horrifying." Fatma covers her mouth, as if trying not to let out a scream. You touch her arm.

"Fatma-"

"Why? Why did it have to happen? Why did everything have to happen?" She's nearly having a breakdown. "I-I know he was bad. But I can't find the heart to hate him."

"Nor do I. Get hold of yourself..." She sobs and sits down on her own mattress.

But then Nur Khalfa arrives to interrupt you both. She stares at Fatma with a frown. "What's wrong with her?"

You sigh. "Nothing. Can't you leave us alone, khalfa?"

She frowns. "You can't order me around. Besides, you'll be the one to leave. Someone sent you this." She roughly hands you a letter. You spare a glance at Fatma, who just gives you a dismissal nod.