"And this is your child?" Hazel waved at the young boy who looked at her with fearful eyes as he had seen how dark light was leaving her body when Greta called him closer and then forwarded him towards Hazel.
"Yes, his name is Timothy. He is… hazel.." Hazel's eyes moved towards her mother as she already knew what the woman wanted, "I know that I was not a good mother for you. I was not present when you needed me. But.. Last year Peter died due to ill health and I did not have any work.
I could not move freely since I was afraid the men of the palace would recognize me and then unrest. My body is at her limit too." she paused and then bowed her head.
The words were just at the tip of her tongue but her soul shook. How could she ask the daughter whom she had never given the love and care to share her burden.
