Olivander’s POV
She didn't show up again until I was done for the day's work and returned to the palace building. I grabbed a bottle of brandy and unsealed it, then poured it into the glass that was set before me.
There was this feeling that grew in me which I hated so much. How on earth was I supposed to be feeling bad for her because of her mother's situation?
That woman was supposed to pass through more than that; I hadn't even started, yet I was feeling so bad like I was hurting my dearest one.
I sipped from the glass and gasped.
‘It's just a mutual feeling. Maybe, it's because I had been close to her daughter for some time…that's why.’ I told myself and sighed in quick relief.
Whatever was going on between them had nothing to do with me, even though it didn't change what that fe
