Edgar's heart was beating up to his throat, tears were making their way down his cheeks. A firm grip on the reins. It seems like his whole world crumbled in mere seconds, and right before his eyes. The young Earl knew his Prince and his childish ways, knew how he could be sometimes. But his heart had never ached so much. The wind whistled around his ears, it got colder. But Edgar felt nothing, it was a numbing pain, eating up his body. The world around him was turning in a steady pace, but his just stopped forever.

The ride home felt so eerily short to the 18 year old, as Ethereal's cliffs came into view he slowed his pace for the first time. Taking a breath, he felt the cold north wind on his skin. With tears dried on his cheek, he smiled up at the sky. “What's he doing to me? And yet I still love him."

When he got home, his mother was waiting for him. The tall woman with the same brown curls as her son opened her arms warmly. There was no denying that Edgar was in pain and it broke her heart to see her son suffer so much. When Edgar reached his mother’s arms, a new wave of grief broke over him. He didn’t cared that his servants saw him that way. After all emotions also belonged to a future Earl. He clung to his mother as if she were his last salvation. But even she couldn’t help him out of this emotional world. He had to fight this battle alone.

That same evening, the two of them sat together behind the palace, the sun slowly setting behind the sea. You could hear the waves crashing against the cliffs. It touched the young Earl to know that his mother was always there for him, even in times like this. The two listened to the sea for a while, enjoying the last rays of the sun. Let their thoughts run free. Letting their souls dangle in the fresh sea air.

Edgar looked at his mother. To him, she was more than just a Earl’s wife, she was a queen. Her beauty is like that of a goddess. The skin is so soft, supple. The dark tanned skin with the emerald green eyes as an accent. Brown curls embrace her narrow face, framed her in it. As always, she wore a golden loose-fitting evening dress. As she looked away from the sea at her son, a slight smile formed on her face. To her, Edgar was the most beautiful thing on earth. The young Earl inherited her beauty except for one small detail. His eyes. One side was a green, as bright as the grass beneath her feet. The other is as dark as the devil himself. Edgar’s father wanted him killed for it, but the Earl knew that this would remain his only heir. After 4 girls and numerous miscarriages, the chance of a new successor was slim. So, he had no choice but to raise the demon baby, as he always called him.

The two smiled at each other. Her eyes fluttered slightly before she spoke. “So, he didn’t tell you why you should go home?” Edgar shook his head, trying to suppress the rising tears. In his opinion, he had cried enough about Augustin. The brown-haired woman took her son in her arms, hugged him tightly. She began to whisper softly.

"Edgar, he's getting married. " A knot formed in Edgar's throat. He felt dizzy and thanked his mother for holding him. He secretly knew Augustin wasn't doing it willingly. But at the same time the prince never told him that he loved him as much as he loved him. Only then in the rose garden was love felt, after that Augustin grew cold. The young count always thought it was the nature of the Nefars to be as cold as their land. Edgar shook his head and clung tighter to his mother. He hoped his little blond was doing the right thing and not playing against his own nature. Because he knew how much Augustin wanted to become king and that could only happen if he had a wife and his brother died before his wife gave birth to an heir to the throne. But Daphne was already pregnant and Valentin young and fit. If Augustin did not kill him and thus start a war, he would not become king even with this marriage.

Edgar's gaze slid up over the lush grass to the sky and then to the sea ahead. He wanted nothing more than to have Augustin with him. His voice broke as he raised it. His mother stroked his arm in a caring manner. " Just be patient, everything will be fine. It won't be the last time someone breaks your heart. Even if this is more difficult to grasp. " At the thought that he will fall in love again, the young count laughs mockingly. He turned his gaze to his mother, she was holding him as gently as Augustin was supposed to hold him. "Marriage. And to whom?”