The results were seen by everybody. Tears streamed from their eyes—but they were not tears of sorrow; they were tears of pure joy.
They all wept together. It was the first time in twenty long years that Prince Robert had laughed. Every ounce of his buried happiness, mixed with the bittersweet helplessness of the past, was written across his face.
"Mother, how am I going to introduce myself to her?" Robert asked, his voice cracking as he looked at the Empress. "What will I tell her? And what will I tell her about my wife? Will she ever forgive me for not looking for her all these years?" He had so many questions, and his aching heart desperately needed answers.
"Son, relax. We will find a way," the Empress said gently, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "She is our family. A princess of the blood. Son, we must bring her home as soon as possible."
