Klara lay on the grass under the starry night sky. Something she thought she would never do. The stars and the moon brought back memories of her mother. Klara could still clearly remember how her mother used to sing to her lullabies while they watched the stars. But it was also under those stars that her mother got killed. Just as clearly as she remembered the sound of her mother's singing she remembered her screams as well.
Her mother, a brave woman with a big heart had hidden Klara, Astrid, and Rasmus under the ground when they got attacked.
"Stay here and don't come out no matter what happens." Her mother had warned them. "Rasmus, take care of your sisters."
Then with muffled cried Klara and her sibling watched their mother fight big scary-looking men through a narrow slit between the wooden planks of the floor.
If it wasn't for Rasmus who covered their eyes with his hands Klara and Astrid would have witnessed when their mother got stabbed to death. Seeing her lifeless body laying in a pool of blood was already a memory painful enough.
Klara remembered dragging her mother's lifeless body and burying it together with her siblings while tears fell down her cheeks. She was a child and couldn't understand why they had to put her mother under the ground but her brother told her that she would find peace that way, and be able to move on to the next life.
"Will she not stay with us anymore?" Klara had asked.
"Maybe if she comes back as a bird she will sing for us and if she becomes a star she will watch over us. Maybe she is already one of the stars up there." Rasmus pointed at the sky.
This was the reason Klara could never hate her brother despite his outrageous behavior. She could understand why he behaved the way he did. He had witnessed not only one but both their parent's death and despite all the pain he managed to take care of them well. In their darkest times, he was the one who comforted her and Astrid. Klara could never pay him back for all he did.
She looked at the stars again. If her mother was one of them then she wished the sun would never rise again.
"Klara."
Startled she turned her head and looked at Roshan who lay next to her. She had almost forgotten about him.
Oh lord, he probably heard her thoughts. Klara hated to speak of those things so she hoped he wouldn't ask.
"Maybe we should go back." She suggested sitting up.
Roshan had been kind and taken her out. They rode through beautiful landscaped, visited the city and now they lay on the grass next to a river. The sound of the water combined with the soft night breeze was calming. She wanted to stay a bit longer so why did she suggest to leave?
Roshan rested his head on his hands and watched the sky. "Or maybe we could stay a little while longer." He spoke.
Klara lay back again in silence. At least he wasn't asking.
"You were in Decresh? Why?"
"I am helping Lucian with a few things." He explained.
Klara nodded. "How is he doing?" Becoming a King after all the war could not be easy.
"He is doing well so far."
"How is Hazel?" For some reason, that woman made her worry.
"She is pregnant."
Preg...nant?
Pregnant!
"What?! Really? When?" Klara sat up again and looked back at Roshan.
