At this point he was beginning to wonder if this very woman standing in front of him was his mother, he even wondered if she deserved to be addressed by the title “mother” or perhaps he have been overrating her for years, the thought of she being the reason why he had issues with Terry was already eating deep into him. Right from his childhood days, he observed closely how much his mother detests Terry, she literally blamed him for everything, how could he forget the day he had fallen and brushed his foot against a stone as kids, his mother yelled and pulled Terry by the ear accusing him of pushing him, when Joshua tried to explain what happened and equally defend his friend, his mother shut him up and ordered him to retire to his room, that very day she ensured she punished Terry severely for something that wasn’t his fault, he also recalled that his father had tried to save the boy from her but somehow he seemed scared of his mother and remained quiet after a cold argument he didn’t

They both walked in silence through the woods, Zara have left hold of Carmella’s hand, she seemed lost in thoughts and drained in it, her daughter couldn’t stop taking glances at her wondering what was going on through her mind but deep down in her heart, their was this bubbling joy that had no ends, the feeling of fulfillment and that finally she would have what she have always wanted, she grinned with so much excitement secretly feeling satisfied with what she have achieved so far, yes she knew Joshua hated her with passion right now and that worried her but so far as the queen loved her, she was sure she had everything at her finger tips, who cares what the king thinks when his mother is solidly behind me? She thought to herself adjusting her veil which was almost slipping out of her hair, she just couldn’t wait for two days time to come already though she knows how though those last days would be for her especially with her mother who seemed not to be willing to ever say a word to

She shrugged staring innocently at her mother unaware of what exactly she was referring to, she have always known her mother to be indirect with her speech most times and this have made it impossible for her to be able to guess exactly what was on her mind or understand what she is trying to say immediately without having her explain further “you are getting me confused mother, you are worried and curious about what?” She asked hoping she doesn’t throw her into suspense with another weird sounding statement. Zara sighed and looked up at her daughters face, a million regret and guilt rushed into her heart, was she actually going to blame Carmella for what she have done or blame herself, she shook herself sadly wondering if it would have been right for her to have stopped the marriage between Diana and the king years back and rather made the king marry Carmella, she sighed burying her face in her palm, that would be cruel of her as a mother to deprive the king the right to be married to

She shivered laying there, her body couldn’t stop trembling, she sobbed uncontrollably for hours, she just couldn’t believe that she just got beaten like a punch bag by her own mother, she have never done that no her no matter what her offense was, she knew that this was more than a sign, her mother would never support her marriage to the king, she does not have her blessings and like they always say in their village, not having your mother’s blessing when getting married is a bad omen, she gulped hard thinking about that while clutching both hands and legs together at a corner, her face looked very red and her body covered with bruises and wounds, she tried to stand but then she couldn’t, it was all pains, she winced with so much pain and difficulty giving it every strength she had remaining within her body, she really needed to get her ass up even though it was one hell of pain, she just couldn’t describe how she was feeling, she equally felt burning sensations on face, the parts he

Deep down she still hated the fact that she was making her own daughter feel like a complete stranger in her own mother's house but the fury burning in her heart burning over what her daughter have done would let her bring forth the compassionate part of her.She walked back to her sitting, she sat reluctantly and continued with her soup, with the way she scooped it you would wonder if it would ever get finished from the bowl though it was obvious that she was trying to use it to get her mind off something, her gaze was fixed on the basket containing jewels which still sat idly on the table, she watched as her daughter walked over to the table, gradually she kept taking glances at the dresses, they were so fine and looked pretty attractive, she looked away when her gaze met with that of Carmella, she didn’t want her to feel like she cared at all about the clothes, the jewels or even the wedding, Carmella noticed her mother gaze and sighed out loud feeling even more broken, she felt ex