Sharra followed Emmar down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, the parcel was where Emmar left it, unopened and emitting a strong odor.

“What is it?” Sharra whispered.

Emmar stood over the package before picking it up.

“In this box, it’ll make you angry.” She said slowly. “So I need you to promise me that you won’t immediately leave this palace after you see what’s inside.”

Sharra shook her head. “I can’t do that.”

“Promise me.” Emmar begged.

Sharra shook her head again. “I can’t.”

Emmar released a huge sigh. “Fine….but I warned you.”

Emmar slowly approached Sharra with the box.

When she reached her, she placed the box back on the ground.

Sharra didn’t even need to bend over to get a clear look.

The head was clear as a bell.

For a long moment, you could hear a single pin drop in the palace.

No one said anything. All eyes were on Sharra, waiting for her reaction.

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“Kilé.” Sharra whispered, as her eyes shimmered.

Her hands were starting to shake.

“Kilé.” She repeated. “Kilé, Kilé, Kilé.”

Then out of nowhere, an extremely loud rumbling sound was heard above them. Thunder.

Emmar didn’t know what to do nor say, but someone had to.

“Your cousin.” She said finally. “I’m so sorry.”

Sharra then raised her head and looked Emmar in the eyes.

“Was there a note?” She asked.

Emmar nodded then handed over an Iris paper that read, You and your family are no longer welcome here.

After she read it, Sharra crumpled the paper in her hands and threw it over her shoulder. She then turned on her heels and walked back up the stairs. Everyone was just standing there, eyes bulging and faces pale.

When she reached the top, she looked over the railing and said,

“Bring me Tyran and my carriage.”

Emmar quickly ran up the stairs to join her. “What are you talking about? Where are you going?”

Sharra smirked. “You mean, where are we going?”

Emmar raised her eyebrows.

“We are going to Benna.” Sharra announced. “And you are going to help me find whoever killed my cousin.”

Emmar was taken aback. She grabbed onto Sharra’s hands, and squeezed them tightly.

“You..can’t.” She stuttered. “It’s dangerous. It’s a trap. They want evidence for the Court. You go there and do something crazy, you will give them that.”

Sharra aggressively removed her hands from Emmar.

“Get your things, Emmar…or don’t. But I am going to Benna….with or without you.”

Suddenly a downpour could be heard.