He began to dream about what happened, everything he said to her, her scared face about his love, the insults he yelled at her, he called her a bitch, he told her that he hates her, he threw her away from him and looked at her face when he told her He said those words "if you take me away from you, I'll die", he woke up crying, very scared, he sobbed again covering his face with his hands
-Martha, what did I do, I love you, forgive me, where are you?, where are you?
The hours passed and no news of his whereabouts arrived, he was already impatient when they knocked on the door
-Who is it?
-I am your majesty tracker
With a gesture he opened the door and stopped hastily to listen to him.
-What happened? Did you find it? Do you know where it went?