“I’ll always be here, my darling.”
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It has been days—nearly two weeks, ever since Mariana was renewed with the reformed relationships of the leaders who sworn to protect the newfound peace. In the place full of joy and remnants of sorrow, Kalisa Palace has been lively with the exchange of hope, trust, and promises to start anew to honor the sacrifices of the deceased.
Lady Veronica Dutch is one of them.
As a mother’s little girl, she was so lost in melancholia when she found out that she was left alone in the cold grounds of Mariana. Even now, her heart aches from the sheer thought that she will never hear her mother’s voice nor laughter once again—it was as if a huge fragment of her entirety was taken away by the absence of her beloved mother.
But, as she rode the waves of life
