The young women rushed into each other's arms, hugging tightly as tears fell freely. Their bodies shook as they cried, overwhelmed with relief, happiness, and disbelief.
[We are free.]
[We have finally walked out of that cold, dark prison!] They cheered in their minds.
"Your Majesty," one of the palace maids approached Primrose. "Her Majesty, the Queen of Azmeria, wishes to speak with you inside."
Since all the women had been brought out of the west wing, Bianca stayed hidden inside the palace. It was because she was afraid that the women might turn their anger toward her instead of her husband.
"Let me come with you," Edmund said before Primrose could step toward the palace.
Primrose nodded without thinking too much. "Alright."
She turned to Solene. "Please take care of them for a while."
"Of course, Your Majesty," Solene replied, bowing her head slightly.
