What have I done?
Amy tortured herself with the question, repeating it over and over in her mind while tears streamed down her face. She has never felt this way. It was almost indescribable. Something was beating inside her chest, but she knew that it couldn't be her heart as it already shattered when Henri had disappeared into the shadows.
King Henri, she corrected herself. The name of the man who had just walked away was King Henri. Not just Henri. They weren't related. She wasn't his wife. She wasn't even his friend. She was nothing to him.
All of a sudden, Amy felt the weight of everything that has just happened fall on her. She slid to the floor, still crying her eyes out. She was alone in this strange room, her only companion was the sound of her miserable sobbing. How did she en
