Out through the big gate, past oak trees. Edgar left the coast to his left. Between his fingers he held the letter. While he was getting Galahad ready to leave, he read through the letter about 10000 times. Just to be sure. Tears burned in his eyes as he read the lines. “Princess Daphne of Petrichor is on her deathbed and requests your immediate appearance.”

Daphne was like a sister to him. She was always so nice and when they came to Nefarious back then, the two of them hit it off right away. For only the two of them know what it is like to love a prince of Nefarious. Just like Augustin, Valentin was quite cold towards Daphne. Joked around with his maid rather than courting Daphne. Although Daphne, even then had greater chance of becoming queen than Edgar, the two could not from each other. They were far too similar. And now she was dying. Once 20 years old. And as if Edgar's eyes had been opened, he picked up the pace. He drove his gelding so fast through the landscape that it blurred.

“The baby!” he almost cried out to make way for his pain. This pain sat deeper than any sorrow of love that this was about a human life. Not sure if the little one had been born and Daphne was so weak or if the pregnancy of the young woman was a problem, Edgar rode further south. Frozen and still close to tears, he approached the castle that means so much to him. He rode past the first guards, skilfully ignored them. Because the soldiers knew his gelding and aren’t allowed to refuse any royal visit, anyway, let alone stop.

When he reaches the courtyard, he hands his rein to the first servant. Hoping his genesis wasn't lost. With quick strides he fled down the great hall. King Constantine sat relaxed on his throne. A wine glass in one and his scepter in the other. ” Welcome Edgar!” Konstantin stood up and walked in Edgar's direction. He handed the wine glass to his mistress, who calmly played with it. Seductively, she circled the glass and turned to Edgar as well. ”He's in his chamber.”  Winking, the young girl laughing. Edgar never understood what the King found attractive in young women. Konstantin raised his hand, and the girl was silent in one fell swoop, not moving a muscle. Shaking his head, Edgar now turns to the King in front of him.

“My highness, I'm not here for Augustin, I'm here for Daphne!” The king nodded knowingly.

"She's in the west wing." He said while rolling his eyes then turning back to his mistress and the bottle of wine. 

"Don't play the Hero Edgar, you aren't one." Whispered the King to himself, Edgar not able to her him and making his way out of the room.

“West Wing?” Edgar whispered. That was more than unusual. For years, Valentin and Daphne have lived in a building next to the castle. So, they would have enough time to themselves. At a pace no slower than before, Edgar made his way to the west wing. Still the young Earl pondered the situation with Daphne and hoped for the best for mother and child.