Chapitre 185: Warm

Since as long as she could remember, it was… cold.

Unlike normal infants, she did not get to share the same bed with her parents. Unlike regular toddlers, she did not have anyone in her family to hold her hands, making sure that she would not trip over. Unlike most other children, she barely understood what the word 'play' meant.

The rare moments together, all she heard were apologies.

"I am sorry dear, I missed you."

"I am sorry little girl, it was for your own safety."

She would hear these same phrases over and over again. But she never the reason for these actions. She never understood why would they apologise. It was normal, was it not?

Soon, like all other noble children and of course- the royal ones, the lady who had dedicated her life to her taught her how to read.