The king was mingling with the other concubines while Elara was still by the desert tower.
He kept on gazing at Elara as stealthily as he could. Even from afar, he noticed that she wasn't as bubbly or even snarky as she used to be.
Madame Tilda walks up to her and gently pats her shoulder.
"What's on your mind child?" Elara softly shakes her head before picking a croissant.
"Do I have a kötü işaret on my forehead?" She asks turning to Madame Tilda.
A kötü işaret is a bad mark on one's forehead that shows that the person would suffer bad luck and would be in constant danger.
"No. You don't have that" Elara was not pleased with her answer.
"It would've been easier if I did" she mumbled lowly but Madame Tilda heard her anyway.
She excuses herself to go and ask Lani the thing that would cheer Elara up.
Meanwhile Elara was left sulking as she gulps down water.
She just couldn't move, everything was physically and emotionally tiring for her.
