In the dark tiny room with only one source of light provided by the single candlestick, Arianell sat down on the floor and spread out the paper. It was no circumstance to stay and read, but she couldn't hold back her curiosity.
"To My Lovely Daughter Arianell Fiore,
who is like a rare gem, sparkling with beauty and radiance in the sunlight of my life. Anchor in the stormy sea of life, the sunrise in my dawn, painting the sky with colours of hope and promise each day…"
"This was written by the count? Why is he so cheesy?" Arianell couldn't but cringed.
"There is not a single day when I'm not thinking about you. Your small hands clutching around my neck, the first time you have called me papa… Sometimes, I have this crazy thought that it might have been better to keep you by my side, but the battlefield is no place for children.
