A forgotten memory. This is what Emelia was witnessing right now. A small hand holding the fingers of her mother.
"Your name will be Emelia, Emelia Beaumont," Alia smiled as she pinches Emelia's cheek. "Only if the Emperor will accept you," Alia frowned but seeing Emelia's innocent smile, she couldn't keep her smile up.
"This might be the last time we'll see each other. I'll watch you from afar, but you'll never see me and only recognize me by the portraits you see hanging," said Alia while her voice trembles, keeping her tears on the bay.
Alia removed her necklace and wore it on Emelia, "At least I hope this necklace will help you. I know your future will not be easy. That is why when the time comes of my death, I will send you a letter that contains everyone who you can ask for help."
