How Do You Feel?

The cries of the women present could be heard in the open field of Lunarmoon's palace.

Most of the pack's members gathered to mourn their princess, whose body was brought back after she went missing on the day of her coronation.

"The princess was the nicest person I know. Why did she have to die?" One woman said, sobbing.

"Yes, she was so kind and humble." Another woman agreed.

Aurora stood behind them quietly. She wore a long-sleeved black gown, with a long black scarf wrapped around her head and neck. She covered her eyes with big black glasses and wore a facemask to cover the part of her face that the glasses didn't cover.

Her eyes were fixed on the raised platform where the body was laid. Then it moved to the people standing right in front of it. And she narrowed her eyes, shooting daggers at the traitors.

Aurelia and Castro were in black clothes. Aurelia's face was completely red from crying. Her hair was undone, she wasn't wearing makeup, and it looked like she didn't put much effort into her overall appearance as usual.

Anyone who sees her now would think she truly suffered a great loss at the death of her sister. They would never believe that she was the same person who tried to kill her sister.

Castro stood beside her, hugging and consoling her. He may not be crying, but his facial expression conveyed great pain at the loss of someone important.

"Bloody Hypocrites!" She muttered, gritting her teeth and glaring at them. If eyes could kill, they would have dropped dead and be the next to be mourned.

Her eyes softened when she saw Alphonso standing alone in a corner. He wasn't crying. He just stood fixated in a daze. His expression was blank and unreadable, no one could tell what he felt.

Aurora might not be able to tell what he was feeling, but she knew he was the only person who genuinely cared about her and felt pain at the "loss".

And she also knew he might be blaming himself for not being able to protect her.

"Don't blame yourself, Alphon. You tried your best. If only you knew the true danger wasn't out there but within." She said, not sure if she was comforting him or herself.

Perhaps she was too focused on looking at him that he turned towards her direction, and their eyes met. Her heart skipped a beat. It would be chaotic if anybody found out that she was there, alive. She couldn't risk that.

She looked away and gave the traitor couple one last glance as she slowly moved backwards in an attempt to leave.

After several steps backwards, she turned. She started walking towards the entrance.

Halfway to the entrance, someone suddenly walked out of the horizontal path that led to the main palace house and bumped into her from the side.

She staggered sideways and managed to stand properly. She snapped her head to look at the person and squinted: Nadia! She was Aurelia's best friend.

She was alarmed. Nadia was a troublemaker, dealing with her was exhausting. And she might blow her cover out of curiosity or anger.

"I'm sorry." Aurora quickly apologised, softening her voice more than usual, and left.

Nadia quickly caught up to her and stood in her way.

"Where do you think you are going?"

Aurora paused and apologised again, "I'm sorry!"

"And you think a simple apology is going to fix it? You broke my phone!" She accused, raising the phone which had a small part of its screen broken.

"It's not my fault. I was walking on my path when you bumped into me and your phone fell. How's that my fault?" She asked.

"It's your fault... You made my phone fall. Fix it!" She said through gritted teeth.

Aurora inhaled and exhaled to calm her nerves. She had to leave her as soon as possible. And she had no time to waste with Nadia.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, slightly impatient.

"Replace my phone." She demanded.

"I can't do that."

"Then kneel and apologize to me properly, and I'll let you go." She said, raising her chin proudly.

Aurora sneered and replied in a low voice, "In your dreams!"

"You dare to defy me?" She threatened, squinting her eyes.

Before Aurora could register her next action, Nadia held onto her scarf, in an attempt to yack it off.

On reflex, Aurora held onto it and backed away. After observing that there was almost no one on the path they were on since everyone was still on the field, she decided to leave. Even if Nadia decides to make a scene, it wouldn't attract people.

- - - - - -

The car she was in zoomed into the spacious parking space at Logan's palace and parked in the space.

She alighted, feeling slight dizziness, and walked out of the parking space, only to see another car parking.

She paused and looked over. Logan alighted with his driver holding his briefcase and suit jacket.

He stood beside her, raising an eyebrow as if to question her.

"You went somewhere?" He asked.

"Yes, I did." She replied.

"Where did you go dressed like this?" He asked, "Did you drink?"

"You're asking too many questions." She replied, rubbing her forehead. And started walking towards the palace house.

Logan shook his head slightly and followed her.

"I attended my funeral. And yes, I drank. But it was just a little. Not enough to affect me." She replied.

"Who..." He was cut off.

"Who told me? Well, I heard it on the news yesterday. You weren't going to tell me, were you?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't have the time to tell you."

She hummed as they entered the main house.

"Who attends their own funeral?" He asked, walking behind her in the hallway that led to the sitting area.

"Me, I guess." She replied, solemnly.

As he stared at her back, he could feel the negative aura she emanated. His gaze softened and he sighed. She's good at hiding her emotions. But one could still feel them if they looked closely.

Silence ensued until they got to the sitting area, moving towards the staircase, to their respective rooms.

"Aurora." He called out to stop her.

She turned to him, looking straight at his face. Once again, she was secretly awed at how handsome he looked. But she quickly churned the thought.

"How do you feel?" He asked, in a low voice.