You are her youngest daughter, the only one for her. Edward was for the crown, Aethelflaed was for an alliance. But you? You were completely hers. No one would take you away from her side, she has not accepted any proposal for you, not matter what Alfred says. She is caressing you head, your dark curls while you’re both in her bed, enjoying a rainy morning, not a care in the world for you, her daughter, her one true daughter.