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Chapter 39

Hea PV

I'm in the library, trying to spend time reading some of my favorite books.

Since the state of health of the countess has worsened, I have a lot of free time and so much sadness in my heart, that I try to fill up by losing myself in my usual dream world.

There is not a day that I don't think of him, there is not a night that I don't look at the stars before going to sleep, hoping that he too looks at them with me.

I miss him in a way I wouldn't have believed possible, and it's crazy how the life I had before him now seems to me just an impossible mirage.

"Oh forgive me"
A deep male voice says behind my back, breaking the thread of my thoughts.
"No don't worry. Come in, Baron"
I get up immediately from the chair, and he comes in slightly hesitantly.
"I was looking for Lady Jung"
His eyes constantly avoid mine, and I see him nervous, having now learned to know him after two weeks of being at the estate.
"She's resting. Why do you need her, from your look it seems urgent?"
I take a few steps towards him, and he seems thoughtful about the answer to give me.
"I received a letter directly from the royal palace .."
His hesitation makes my breath stop, waiting for him to continue.
"..I don't know if you're aware of it, but Earl Wooyoung was entrusted to the Prince's escort."
"Yes, the Earl told me about a dangerous mission."
To my sentence, Baron Mingi tightens his jaw, as if he were struggling against himself to continue his speech.
"The Earl was right. A few nights ago the expedition was ambushed, I was told that it was a massacre-"
My ears don't seem to hear, and my visit seems to suddenly blur.

"Hea, are you okay?"
I immediately feel supported by the baron's arms before falling.
"Please continue"
My voice breaks with my request to know the facts.
"The fallen men were returned to their families to ensure a proper burial. But, Wooyoung's body was not found"
My head is crowded with a thousand dark thoughts, which turn only for the worst.
"Maybe he's alive!"
I feel my lips tremble, and the baron gives me a look of compassion.
"The prince reported a superficial wound, and said that a young officer sacrificed himself for him"
My legs give way, and the tears I was trying to hold back run their way on my face.
"He died as a soldier, with honor-"
I no longer listen to what I am told, I do not care about honor, I only know that now he is not here with me, as he promised me.
"Don't tell the countess, please. She would die of this"
I can tell between the tears; and the baron kneeling in front of me nods, understanding the delicate situation.