After instructing Anthony to place the heirlooms that Hibbort had repeatedly emphasized into the ice coffin, and handling all other matters left unaddressed, Astrid stared silently at the empty bed and the neatly arranged tea set and towel on the bedside table, unable to look away for a long time.
That broad back which once seemed omnipotent in her childhood memories had ultimately turned to dust, passing away with lingering worries for the empire and his adopted daughter. From now on, there will no longer be such a bright beacon illuminating through the thick fog ahead, everything will have to be walking alone.
She sat down at the bedroom desk, her gaze sweeping over stacks of books and the quill pen lying quietly there. Leaning back in her seat, Astrid quietly absorbed the sorrow within her heart.
Seeing this, Elise softly sighed inwardly, her expression remained calm. After a long pause, she spoke quietly.
