As each day of the week passed, Aurelia kept herself locked in her room. The king, locked in his new room, only came out for meals.

The basilisks could feel the loss once again of a kingdom being torn down, uprooted in every way that they had known. Though they were able to keep on with their day to day lives, the could feel the depression within the air of the castle.

On day ten, Astrid knocked on the door to let Aurelia know she had brought her lunch. When the door opened, she quickly picked up the plate and cup of water, staring at her with wide eyes.

“Do you need anything else, my queen?” Astrid asked, hoping and praying that this was a good sign.

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Shaking her head, Aurelia closed the door.

Aurelia had lost herself in the thoughts of her childhood, her time with her sister. Bryn had been her savior during the worst parts of her life, and she hadn’t been there for the end of hers. She would never get to meet her baby or have babies of her own. She would never get to meet Noxus.

The thought of Noxus seemed to send a pang in her chest.

She had cried all of her tears, thought of every possibility of Bryn being alive. She hadn’t seen her. She didn’t know if she was actually dead. Deep inside she knew. She knew that Noxus would not have told her that if he was not completely sure. Her mind kept slipping to the look on his face. There was no way around this truth. The faes had killed her sister.

Her heart broke again when she thought of the words she had said to Noxus, how he would have known that Bryn was dead, and how he had to think about telling her the whole way back from the human realm.

She lay on the bed, exhausted with her thoughts – with her tears.