Luciana smiled, but her smile did not reach her eyes, ''…It was quite a contrast to how I grew up, being suppressed by my elder brother, a father who never said it but placed all his high hopes on his son. Even though I was more powerful, my elder brother was the one who was more important to my father. Always. My Uncle, who was just two years older than me had the final say in the Norwell family because he was the King's handpicked heir to the throne of our Kingdom.
Even if I did not chase power, I craved some love ever since I was young. But my mother died and so did all the love and light in my life. All of it died.
I was alone. Empty. Hurting.
I wanted someone to pull me out of the pain that I felt when I thought about my mother's embrace but there was no one. It took me years to pull myself up from that dark abyss of drowning myself in my sorrows but by then, I was no longer myself.
