Three days passed and it was time for Madame Kira to leave the palace. She was at the castle’s gate watching her belongings being taken to the carriage that would take her to Castel Luzar. She wore an almost-black-gray cotton cloak and her hair was tied up in a bun. She also wore a pair of gloves, as the ocean breeze was starting to get ruthlessly cold.
Kira did not remember clearly what had happened three nights before, most of it was recorded in her memory as a badly remembered dream that she forgot more and more each day. But that intense sensation did not let her forget completely and, deep down, she knew she was ignoring something, missing something that she didn't even know what it was. Her heart was filled with the anguish of leaving Nichol and the anger she felt at Eron for having
