Milena licked the remnants of alcohol on her lips, trying to clear her thoughts. The truth was, she was sick. Not by nausea this time, but in her heart. This was going to be a decision she might regret her whole life. Sending her own husband to war... Rayan. Milena had never dared to imagine it. She was so sure they would be able to solve this, the two of them, but now, things had changed, like Rachael had said. Still, it was hard to swallow. Milena couldn't believe it had come to this.
With Lucian's help, she got herself to stand back on her own feet, staring at the door. On the side, Rachael sighed.
"It's your decision, Princess."
"That's easy for you to say..."
"I assure you, it isn't. However... I know what I am saying. It won't be worth saving a doomed Kingdom. I'm not like you
