Over time, the fortress slowly began to be fixed as usual. I as Grand Duke, is the man who taking care the responsibility for everything.
"Good morning, Your Grace." The servants that are finished cleaning said their morning greetings.
"Good morning too."
All the people began to forget the bitter past and focus on the things that are in the future. Not good if we continues to drag on in sadness. Because if so, for us or the people who already left us.
We will never be able to feel the happiness.
Yes, almost everyone, except the one woman who still haven't received anything.
In the end, she never came out of her room and continue to shut herself up while staring at the windows open.
Waiting without certainly.
Waiting for something that doesn't exist.
Who knows how long she will continue to wait.
Who knows how long she will continue to survive.
And slowly accepts the reality.
I even as her biological father.
