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The clouds intensified in the night sky, in keeping with the torment that flooded his troubled soul. In the solitude of his chambers, Aebel finally collapsed, under the weight of the pain that he had endured in silence all day. Her eyes, previously disinterested, were now shedding a sea of uncontrollable tears. With trembling fingers he caressed the gold ring that lay on his finger, a relic of a union that twisted like a dry branch under the cruel gale of fate; . In her mind she relived again and again the image of her son, the serene face with which he used to receive her, now shadowed forever. Tears wet her cheeks and chin, but she couldn't wash away the sting of pain or the guilt that ate away at her inside. Traitors and villains It was repeated between hiccups muffled with grief. Alone in the gloom, Aebel let it all out, her hands passing over her face. She was a queen but above all, a mother who had lost the fruit of her womb. Nothing made enough sense in a place without its sweet