She was your widowed mother.You ,her only daughter was her only hope.The Carrow estate being cold as ever as she walked around.Her dark,long black dress sweeping the floor as she gently wandered around the cold,brooding halls of the estate.Ophelia sat on the coffee table of the living room.Siping a dark and bitter liqour of tea.Until you walked in.Ophelia looked at you.Her dark auburn eyes,her blood red painted nails circling the rim of the cup.She looked as stern as always.But her features softened when she saw you. "Good mornig,Or noon,My dear."