Kristel opened the door of the gallery room where the king, her father, and a month had passed. The head judge declared the justice of what she hoped to those people proclaiming they were guilty.
And they recognized what her mother did. Here she was with a genuine wide smile, wearing the green dress Katlyn had brought for her that day. There was a party going on in the ballroom of the palace, and she didn't know why her father wanted her there.
Although she was not that delighted until now, Jhensy was still unconscious. If it took that long, it was too vague for her to hope she would wake up. Every day that passed gave her the fear that what she feared was losing him.
"Why are you calling, Father?" Kristel asked, seeing her father sitting on a chair at the table.
"Sit," said her father
