A hurricane could better describe what Mircea was feeling. Reality had harshly crashed in her face and demanded that she didn't turn her head from it. Urban had said she was the oasis in his life, however, Mircea thought the case had always been otherwise.
Urban had been the splendid oasis.
And just like any other oasis, he had vanished in a matter of time. Mircea wanted to yell at him, at life. Yet, she composed herself and stepped out of Athos' shadow to greet King Kirill and his daughter, Este.
"Hello King Kirill, hello Este. I hope your journey was comfortable." She beamed at them. Este returned her grin whilst King Kirill nodded at Mircea. "Your palace is rather striking." Este complimented to fill up the silence.
Mircea simpered, nodding at her.