You were a young girl when the war started, your mother was the one who evacuated you. Your father sent his most trusted knights to guide you and your mother away from the kingdom. She was running with you in her arms, you were watching as your father rose his hand in surrender. Such a traumatic event. The knights settled you both into the carriage where you will all drive to a safer haven. It was bigger than the kingdom but that didn’t matter. As you were riding to the haven your mother was crying to you, telling you that everything would be okay. You cried with her, your innocence slowly fading away as you got closer to the haven.

You finally arrived at the haven and had a moment to grieve for your father. Years later you are older and you and your mother have gotten so close. As you were running around the haven to assist the servants you hear your mother crying to herself in her chambers. You couldn’t get over the fact that she looked so beautiful. Her tears applied pressure on her face, making it super red. Her dress was beautifully set on the bed, and her earrings were the perfect shade. You walked into her chambers while holding a tray, looking her up and down with a frown. She heard the door creak open and she quickly dried her tears with her hands.

“Darling, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be busy with the servants?”