Seria And Romanus

I broke the silence with a tremulous whisper,"Then, who do you think died? Was it my dear sister, Laura—or perhaps the beloved Princess Anneliese?" I asked again.

For a suspended moment, his frown deepened. The dim light revealed features that, disturbingly, mirrored Laura's gentle grace, physical features. In that silent reflection, I knew his very presence confirmed the terrible truth that my heart had long feared.His shock was written in the tremor of his eyes—a desperate search for confirmation that Laura, too, had been lost.

"Whoever it was, if Laura is dead, then Anneliese must be as well," he declared. Rising slowly from his seat, his trembling gaze and the harsh, accusing glare he cast upon me transformed our quiet room into a stage of grief and regret. The creak of the ancient floorboard beneath him punctuated a sorrow that was almost palpable.