Through the long corridor, equipped with the most beautiful flowers. A sea of fragrance surrounded the young Earl. Memories of him and Daphne swarmed his brain. Breath taking memories but an agonizing feeling. 

It was her first day in Nefarious, she was shy, much like Edgar himself. An elegant young Princess, her golden hair laide over her straight shoulders. Smooth hands holding onto a purse. She looked like a poem wrapped in gold. For Edgar she was almost as beautiful as his mother. Next to Valentin she radiated an energy that made her glow, like a stair in the dark night. 

“Good evening, I am Princess Daphne of Petrichor. Thank you all for the warm welcoming.” She bowed down, showing her respect. It was not very common in Nefarious but still a welcome gesture. 

Later this night a big feast took place. Traditional fire-play and dancer lighted up the night. With a warm smile Edgar came back to reality, standing right in front of the hand carved wooden door of the West Wing chambers. Three knocks and immediately one of the Princess maidens opened the heavy door. Edgar put one of his hands against the cold wood, helping the slender maid. The coy girl gesture Edgar to follow her. The silence in the chambers was scaringly. For not hearing a baby, Edgar presumed that the youngest Royal wasn’t born yet. A dark green curtain closed off Daphne’s room from the rest of the big chamber. 

The with freckles blessed young women laid in her bed. It seemed like the bed would eat her up any second. Paleness covering the usual gold brown skin of hers. 

Edgar insidiously making his way through the cold room. No flowers, no sun light but something got his attention right away. Close enough to make out the silhouette of a little worm. Laying right next to his mother. Daphne opened her eyes, smiling at the sight of her old friend. 

“Bunny come here, sit down. You must be exhausted. Did you already eat?” A little giggle echoed through the almost empty room. Deadly sick and still caring for everyone else. Edgar shaking his head. The princess trying to get her alarmingly thin hand up to Edgars soft cheeks but foundered. 

Edgar grabbed her hands instead, giving her warm kisses. A soft smile grazed her face. Death was awaiting her at the steps of the castle, everyone could feel it. But no one wanted to acknowledge it.

“Peace’s, do me a favour. Will you?” Edgar humming in approval. Still holding her slowly blue turning hand. The young Earl had to fight back the upcoming tears. 

“Kill him.” In shook the young Earl let go of the now completely blue hand. Not knowing who exactly was meant he tried to get an answer out of Daphne. But her last words were: “Thank you peace’s, watch Philo for me, my dear.” And with a smile she closed her ablaze green eyes. 

With a light stroke over her cold face, Edgars tears made their way. “Why do you have to leave me?” The worm next to Daphne started crying the second the soul left the room. Therefore, making it colder than it was before.

The maid now rushing in the room, looking more than confused. Edgar picked up the little worm, rocking it back and forth. 

“My highness the baby…it..” The maiden stopped, not sure how to explain the situation. Edgar now confused too, staring at the bundle of joy in his arm. The baby slowly calmed down, making them a home in Edgars warmth. 

“She was dead….” And with a loud sound the maiden laid on the ground. After Edgar checked on her and was convinced, she was just passed out and not seriously hurt. He went and grabbed a line cloth, covering the late Princess of Petrichor. 

The loud sound of the maid passing out, grabbed the attention of another maid in the chambers. Looking exactly as pale and scared as the other before Edgar now wanted to know what happened.

The young girl explained that the baby girl the princess gave birth too was a still birth. But seeing the princess so sick they let the baby with its mom, burring them later together. Edgar nodding, way more often than necessary for the conversation, now smiling over the girl in his arms. 

“You are little Philomena, the girl who stole her mother’s soul. So, she could live the life meant for her.”