Lilac Tears

The colors of her face drained like a withered flower in autumn. Her Alexandrian eyes, once bright and bubbly, turned gloomy and downhearted as the tears ran down without restrain. Primarosa poured all her soul into prayers as she knelt beside her bed and turned her head towards the heavens—seeking God for his aid.

Her weary eyes fervently closed with hands tightly clasped together and mouth whispering the prayers of a sincere devotee. She begged for mercy and pardon from the Lord and called out to the Blessed Virgin to enlighten the Moor prince’s mind. Her heart was all over the place. She continued to pray, ignoring her damped sheet and the pain that streamed on her knees and feet.

She went on praying for the next few minutes. Crying, whispering hush words from her aching heart, and when her body no longer complied—she collapsed, still kneeling on the side of her bed.