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Karila walked into her room alone, tossing her handkerchief aside, freeing her face. The angry tears sliding down her cheeks were all her immediate reaction of bending over her perfume table and pushing all the bottles to the floor, pressing her gloved hands to the table, looking at herself in the mirror with an overwhelming fury in her chest as well as a devastating silence.

Alone.

She felt alone like never before.

Years of trust in Normani seemed to run down her face in a salty way. The woman was the last person Karila had left after so many years, she lost her parents, her husband, she had no family, no children.

Normani was the only thing he'd ever had since the death of Hamid.

And now he looked in the mirror, seeing such a stark loneliness when he realized that his confidence was not enough for anything. That in a second, for whatever reason, Normani had crawled to the side of an idiotic foreigner. The princess again unleashed another