"Her name is Nyx."

Very early the next morning, Oberon left that palace, he was fed up already, his emptiness grew stronger by the day and it was making him get more depressed.

When he was sure no one was awake, he left the palace. He was beginning to miss Nyx a lot and he wanted his heir so badly.

"How do I ever apologize to her? She must be so mad at me and probably does not want to see me anymore," he shook his head sadly.

"I am sorry Nyx, I wronged you in the past and that must be the reason I am suffering now."

He walked away from the palace at fast as he could, desperate to find a solution and that peace which had left with his inability to produce a heir.

"I will find you, no matter what it takes, and I will also find my heir," he told himself.

He got to a river and sat down, sighing deeply, he took a pebble and threw it into the river, it caused the water to ripple, his heart rippling also.