[Meanwhile, in the Dragon's Den.]
Hera stood in front of the window, bathing under the moonlight that was lighting through the glass window. She hugged herself, recalling the earlier events. Even though it seemed the dinner banquet Dragon hosted seemed to be a success, she couldn't take her mind off of the fact she met Fig.
'She knew,'she told herself, a little relieved after knowing the real Hera already knew her situation. 'She will help me. I can… get out of here.'
The side of her mouth curled up into a subtle smile, only for it to fade away after a second.
'I can… get out of here,'she repeated in her mind. 'And then… what?'
Hera pressed her lips into a thin line. It never crossed her before what life had for her after she escaped. She only thought of escaping in the past, but now that the chances of escaping were high, a question suddenly lingered in her mind.
What sort of life has this face had once she escaped?
