CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Morrigan remained in the same position for the whole night. Crying her eyes out till she had no more tears to cry. Her throat was dry and out of voice from all her wails and agony. Whispering things like an old chant or prayer she learned since childhood. Her hands twitching uncontrollably once in a while. "They didn't do it..." She whispered, the words barely coming out of her throat. Her voice was rash and almost gone, totally different from the usual sweet and melodious voice of the princes. Her hands laid on the floor lifeless, and even the slightest spark in her eyes died down. She went back to her state before the couple found her in a single night. Like a dead and empty shell. Her eyes remained bloodshot and tired, dry even that it stings occasionally but Morrigan seemed to not mind it at all. She remained leaning by her door unmoving and had not gone back to the hall for the celebration that was meant for her. Even with the maids or guards knockin