Desperate Farewell
Naria's heart pounded with confusion and a sense of foreboding, causing her hair to stand on end like sharp needles.
A perplexed expression etched across her face as she froze in her tracks, unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation unfolding before her. "I'm sorry," she murmured apologetically to the maid, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "But I... I don't think I can accompany you any further." With a decisive turn, she abruptly changed direction, her steps quickening into a hurried pace.
Desperation surged within her as she pleaded, "Please, let him be there... my final farewell!" Naria squeezed her eyes shut tightly, attempting to ward off the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume her. Clutching her dress tightly against her chest, she took a deep, heavy breath, summoning a fluttering butterfly to her side. Even as her legs propelled her forward, driven by a mixture of determination and trepidation, her gaze remained fixed on the ethereal creature.