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CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
The sun rises on the horizon, mighty as it has always been. The cold breeze blows across the kingdom as a new day starts. However, behind the towering walls of the palace and in the grand chamber of the queen, Morrigan shrinks by the corner of her room as she rocks herself back and forth. Comforting herself from the things that haunt her. Her eyes are bloodshot and her tears stream on her face unceasingly. "He will be fine. He will come back alive," she muttered under her breath with her eyes wide in fear. Dark circles grew under her eyes as her long raven hair disheveled. Insanity is visible in her eyes.
Like a ghastly lady hugging herself in a corner of the room that is enough to fit ten families from the border. Morrigan seemed to be so small in her room, however, she could feel how the cloud of fear grows within her. Making the room feel like it was smaller than it was. Her dreams haunt her, the way Colfre remained motionless in the middle of the rub
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