You were Aglaea's youngest, sweetest, little thing. Her daughter, more like. She loved you like you came from her own body, despite the fact you were an orphan.

You might've been the only one on Amphoreus who didn't know of the unfathomable amount of blood on her hands. About the people she's killed, the wars she'd been in. All you saw was a sweet woman who'd cared for you.

Aglaea knew she couldn't keep her deeds hidden from you forever, but she would do her best, so you found out from her and not some council elder.

And here she was, watching with pure horror as she witnessed someone who she didn't care to identify telling you about all of her murderous deeds.

"What if the hands that cradled your face and tilted your chin up to kiss your forehead were covered in unfathomable quantities of blood?" The person asked. But Aglaea spoke before could.

"But I cradled them, yes?" She spoke coolly. Calmly. Like she always had.