"That was a long time ago. Besides his birth doesn't matter anymore. He had nothing to do with it. You also know that crime is no longer of any relevance."
There was no reply from her mother, then her Father spoke up again.
"Let us think of our daughter here. We have deprived her once, maybe we should let her have this one. Besides, Lewis is now of good status. Think it thoroughly, he is now--"
"I'm her mother," her mother's voice cut him short. "...and I'm a woman. I know what is best for her. Let me handle this."
Clara frowned, she had never felt so much anger tumble in her before. Her mother wasn't the person she remembered her to be. She had changed, she was now power hungry. Somehow, the fact that her Father was trying to speak up for her encouraged her to come to a conclusion she didn't know she would ever come to.
She would leave.
She would go back to Alusa.
Although she hadn't missed the fact that her mother had called Lewis the grandson of a traitor.