In the 18th Century, starting when Alora was having dinner with everyone.
She knew that they are going to come and get her in less than a week.
But she decided not to tell this anyone, especially him.
She didn't want to leave this place but at the same time, she wanted to go to her home more than anything.
"But he feels like home, doesn't he?" Came her heart's question.
She was intensely looking at him. He looked at her with confused eyes as if asking her what was wrong.
She just shook her head with a smile.
This small interaction of theirs was observed by the queen, Ereza, Alexander, and Alora's uncle.
He had a mocking smile on his face.
"Why aren't you eating anything, Alora?" The queen asked with a genuinely caring look.
"It's nothing. I am eating," she said popping a piece of bread dripped into the yogurt in her mouth.
"The queen is even looking after the commoners. It's such a good thing," her uncle said.
