Yearning Whispers
Naria's eyes welled up with tears, each drop cascading down her cheeks like glistening pearls. With a trembling voice, she exclaimed, "I did it!" Her knees gave way, and she collapsed onto the cold ground, overcome by emotions.
"I managed to say goodbye," she whispered through quivering lips, her voice barely audible. Placing a hand over her eyes, Naria succumbed to sobs as the cruel truth of the maid's true intentions washed over her.
It became clear that the maid had led her astray, driven by ulterior motives. Why? Was it the king's doing? What had Naria done to deserve such betrayal? Unable to bid farewell to her newlywed husband, tarnishing her own reputation before everyone's eyes—was that what they desired?
As tears continued to trickle down her cheeks, the tower door swung open once more, and a figure entered, emanating a captivating scent reminiscent of fine wine.