Much to her surprise, the Prince was waiting for her just inside the castle's main doors. "Sister, I was so worried about you! Where in the world have you been?" He pulled his sister into an embrace, but quickly released her. A horrified expression had played across his normally calm and gentle face. "Y-you're covered in blood…" He pulled the hood away from her face as he spoke. "A-are you alright? What happened to you?"

"…Could we… talk elsewhere?" She couldn't even bring herself to look at him as she spoke.

"Oh, yes, of course." The Prince took his sister's hand and led her to the room where they had always held their private conversations.

"She began to talk after the two had situated themselves in their respective chairs. "…Brother…" Her voice trailed off; she had begun to cry again.

The fear in the Prince's eyes had vanished, leaving only concern. He gently wiped away his sister's tears with his fingertips. "Please, don't cry. You can tell me anything; things will be fine."

"I-I went to the Green Country after I heard about what had happened."

"Y-you… You went there? But why would you put yourself in so much danger?"

"I did it for you…"

"For…me?"

She nodded. "I wanted to save the woman you loved so very much…" She paused for a moment to regain her composure. "And… I was worried about you too…"

"Sister… When I was in the Green Country today, I couldn't find her. I think she escaped to-"

"Please, just listen..."

The Prince seemed taken aback, but said nothing.

The blue-haired woman proceeded to tell him about the day's events in detail: How the smoke blackened the sky, how the village seemed to be completely deserted… How she had followed two distant arguing voices… She told him about the death of the woman he loved, and how she came to be covered in her blood. His sister left out only two things; she did not speak of the servant, or of the green-haired woman's true intentions. She could not bear to cause him any more pain.

"S-she's… dead? H-how can this be? Please, you can't be…" But the Prince knew what she spoke was the truth. The person he loved had perished. Suddenly, he leapt up from his chair and moved his right hand to something at his waist. His sister's eyes grew wide with terror as he pulled out an unsheathed knife.

"W-what are you doing?"

"I'm ending this." He replied solemnly. "Without her, life is not worth living."

"Brother, please don't-!"

But it was too late. He had driven the knife into his own chest, spattering his scarlet blood in its wake. He fell to the floor, and was still.

She touched her own face and felt the damp warmth of her brother's blood; then she screamed. Her high-pitched cry would have been enough to momentarily stop one's heart, had anyone heard her. The blue-haired servant knelt down at her master's side and began to wail through her tears. Her brother, the only person who truly cared about her, was dead; the only person in this God-forsaken place that acknowledged her existence was gone. She laid her head down on his motionless chest; it was still warm… As she wept, his blood soaked into her hair. In that moment, it came to her; she had made a decision. Tonight, she would end her own life.

She lifted her head, the right side of which was dyed red, and removed her cloak. She ripped the black material into strips and set them aside. After taking a deep breath, she gently removed the knife from his flesh. To prevent him from losing any more blood, she tightly bandaged the wound after removing his shirt. Her face flushed red, and she tried not to look as she re-did the buttons. And now, it was time. She lay down next to him and lifted the knife.

"I love you, my Prince. Perhaps we can meet again…" And with those words, she plunged the blade into her heart. At last, she succumbed to death's sweet embrace.