My life continued as it always had, the servants no longer treated me badly because they were afraid of me, because I was no longer the weak child as I was before. But that does not mean that they have changed and started serving me.
I was used to it, it became normal, knowing that they will never like me. But them not approaching me was much better than how they treated me in the past.
My mother...the first person I had ever loved, was now declared by the royal physician to have lost her mind. She was ordered to stay in the royal glass house to recuperate, but I see it as nothing more than being locked up.
Many years have passed and it is now the year of 1889. I am now nineteen and the Crown Prince was twenty-one. Ever since then, we never approached each other and would only glance at each other for a short moment before turning away to leave.
