Mother would finally be proud. This is the life she wanted. To have power, to be worshipped, to be adored. But what about me? I want to focus, for once, on what I want. Thana. Her face is clear in my mind, as if she’s before me. The way she makes me feel when it’s just us snakes its way into my heart. She makes me laugh at the simplest of things, she latches onto my every word, and remembers them, too. How even here she filled my bedchamber with plants, trying to re-create the forest itself. The chamber was so filled with vines, and trees, and red roses, and violets that she carried me across
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