᯽Capítulo 15⊰᯽

᯽⊱❈═ A U D R A ═❈⊰᯽

Ethel Verena had lost her parents at the age of seven in an unfortunate carriage accident sometime after the fall festival. An accident that caused her to be placed in the care of her grandmother.

That was what he remembered hearing, that her parents' death had created a commotion, and had become a topic of conversation for days in the wheels of unoccupied noblemen.

And there she was with the memories that this could happen, that this happened at some point in her mother's arms as a stray child who didn't know what to do anymore, who didn't know what plan to draw, who to trust and what to follow.

Those purple eyes clearly begged for everything that woman holding her in her arms to be true, for everything she really felt to go away, for her doubts to fly away like dry leaves in the winter wind.

How alone had she been until now?

What was it like to have the refuge taken from you when you were so young?

You would have