Milena let her maids take off all of her clothes, feeling like she was dead herself. She was so tired, both physically and mentally. She just needed a few minutes of peace. It felt as if she had been thrown off a cliff, and kept falling and falling, unable to predict when the brutal end would come crashing in. For a few seconds, she tried to take deep breaths. She didn't have any issue with her breathing, she had issues with her train of thoughts. She didn't want to let herself be dominated by her emotions, but she wasn't made of stone. She wasn't the ice-cold woman her enemies thought her to be. She was just great at putting that mask on.
However, things were getting darker, her hopes and her mind. There was no way now that things wouldn't be solved in a tragic ending. One Prince had to
