CHAPTER Twenty-Seven – He raised her.

　　It was supposed to be a happy reunion. Bringing back the Cold Prince to the cavern.

　　To be with his little queen but the little queen didn’t like the gift and rained abuses on them. It wasn’t to be not expected anyway.

　　“Don’t cry. Your brother isn’t dead” Han tried consoling the little queen. He looked up to Lydia for an assurance and she nodded.

　　Lydia could swear she saw hints of anger and hate in younger brother’s eyes.

　　She didn’t know if it was because of holding the two royalties or maybe for she ignoring him and running off to meet Scott.

　　She had vaguely explained to Margaret that she ran after Scott cos she wanted to help. Evelyn help add that she wanted to set a record like her.

　　“You won’t imagine the amount of blood I saw. Scott gave me ear muffs so I can’t hear the slashing but I didn’t see the spilling”.

　　Lydia shuddered every word as she leaned on Evelyn while her legs were on Han's.