A Mother's Heart

The bustling life of the castle revived after the crowned prince’s assembly. The wind was cold, and the lovely moon hid behind the thick grey clouds, letting no stars twinkle on the now-dead sky.

Queen Parvaneh was still overwhelmed by all the events in just half a day. Resting in her chambers, she ordered her servants to leave as she wished to be left alone. Once her abigails left, the Sultana immediately took her robes, carefully closed the door, and made her way to the barren hallway.

Not a fly nor a little bug was there, making it perfect for her to sneak and find the princess—yet, she did not know where she was. She knew, from her ladies-in-waiting, that Primarosa was not present at dinner and wondered if this was again Azlan’s doing. With that information, she cleared her head from anxiety and mapped out the possibilities of where the princess could be.

“Oh, this is a labyrinth!” She quietly exclaimed, carefully strolling down the corridor.