Mmmh... urgh... my head hurts. Hmm.... my head hurts? Didn't that tyrant have us beheaded for a reason as simple as my daughter being in the way of his marriage with his lover.
Hah! lover indeed... that sly snake drove our whole family into ruin. My daughter... my silly lovestruck daughter. Had I given her all attention and love instead of being strict and distant from her would she not have stayed that same adorable girl who begged for a hug, a simple hug made her smile like a blooming flower.
But if I wasn't strict with her and didn't make her a strong and dignified noblewoman, how would my naive daughter survive among these hypocrites and get her father's attention.
But unlike my baby even though I was raised in a strict manner, much more strict than my own child, as the youngest daughter of Count Valencia, the beautiful and valiant Adriana Valencia ... ahem ahem I'm not boasting, just stating the truth ofcourse.
But compared to my child, I always became an unruly child whenever I held my sword. Yes my lovely sword! Ahhh how I dreamed of marrying a Sword spirit so that I could forever be with my sword who'll never betray me.
Hahh... all my dreams collapsed the moment I was betrothed to the biggest jerk in this Kingdom. If he had a lover he should have said so, then I would have gladly stayed out of his way. A-and yet I fell like a fool in love with him. I mean who wouldn't?
He was just like the sword spirit I always dreamt of being with, the strongest Swords master, the youngest Duke in the Kingdom of Garcia, Auguste Von Britten.
Hah... that look and his face... that face that makes all those wolves drool and those muscles... yes those muscles that make me..... No!!! What am I thinking about that jerk. So what if he has the looks and skills of a Swordmaster, he is still a jerk, a jerk that's who he is.
And yet like a fool, for him I neglected my daughter, Annalise Britten and raised her strictly so that he doesn't find fault with her and atleast for once look at her with love and acknowledge her as his child. I'm stupid, the worst ... How could I not have seen how my daughter always asked and craved for my attention yet I ... I-I what have I done.
Urgh argh my head!!! It hurts as if having a hangover. Wait... I'm supposed to be dead right? So why does my head hurt??? How can I have a head that bastard had us beheaded and .... and I'm dead. Hah hahaha ha I'm dead.... This is the worst. I couldn't even tell my baby that I loved her... I've always loved her. To hell with dignity and rules. No who am I blaming it's all my fault.
Thud... thud.... "Madam are you awake?" a thin and petite brunette asked. "Clara ? Why are you here? Did that jerk kill you too. No all the servants are innocent how dare that brat drag even the innocent into this. Hah! if I come back from the dead I'll spank that brat till he cries for his mother. Stupid blind brat... Ahhh just thinking about that brat drives me crazy. How dare he -"
"Ummm ... m-madam a-are you alright? Should I get you a doctor?" Clara cried out.