Meanwhile, Francis was sitting on the throne with his head tilted backwards, impatiently waiting for Mala to be back. He hated that they were in the place, yet they were so far from each other.
He started to pace around the palace, waiting for her to walk through the door but she didn't. He just wanted to hold her and have her by his side.
"Why would she be away from me for this long? Hasn't she mourned her mother enough? Is she okay? Or does she think it's fair that I'm left here all by myself?" he mouthed as he paced around the room.
As Francis turned away from the door, the creaking sound accompanied with footsteps were heard and his lips curled with a smile. "Mala?" He called then he turned slowly with his eyes closed, only for an unfamiliar scent to run through his nose.
"Your highness, it's…. it's me," King Lucas stuttered with his head lowered.