Instead of faking her illness to hurt the queen and her child, she feigned it once again to convince the queen to let her meet her mother, who had been a maidservant to the queen ever since Beryl's birth and who was so loved and appreciated by the queen herself - if it wasn't for some ill-hearted hypocrites who set her up because of their shameless envy.

The queen, considering the uncountable years of obedience and complete honesty of Beryl and her mother, allowed Beryl to visit her imprisoned sick mother.

Beryl was back to her old self. Was it because she had been away from Prince Yoongi's immense force towards her and magnetism all day long? She didn't really know.

She walked idly, emptied of all emotions, towards where guards led her to meet her mother, but instead of finding her mother meeting her with a big smile and a warm hug, she was met with her fragile body, shuddering of the coldness as beads of sweat formed on her forehead, drops blobbing upon the rigid ground one by one, in synchronization with light drops of rain colliding with leaves outside the small windowpane. Her mother's face was pale, and so were her trembling lips. Beryl ran to her, all the nerves she had were thrown haphazardly in all directions. She didn't know if she felt sadness, anger, or pure hatred. She didn't know what term or what kind of emotion would express or describe what was within her because it was too acute, too acute to be described