Knotted Princesses

“Oh, hermana, I feel the dreary fault from all of this. Azlan is a good man–I know it. I know you knew it. We just could not have foreseen this situation. Oh, do forgive me—forgive us on behalf of my brother.” Yasmeen implored, with her eyes lowered—abashed from her brother’s action.

“It is never your fault, my dear,” Primarosa said, placing her hand on hers. “I also have not expected what Azlan did. I just thought that—” She could not finish what she was going to say as the short aurora romance they had flashed again in her head. Her heart cracked like a broken glass clinging to the last crystal piece on its frame. She wanted to forget it, buried in the depths of her mind, yet, her heart kept profusely beating whenever she heard the Moor prince’s name.