For a moment Estelle felt her own heart quivered. A sudden sense of relieved washed over her, clearing whatever storminess that she had been keeping tight in her chest. A fear that she had held was suddenly gone.
"I am not someone who was made for others?" She whispered her question to the matriarch who seemed to be saddened by her own question.
"Child. Thou are a creation of love," said the lady dragoness, "You are no one but yourself. No one in this world wish you happiness more than the sky above us. You are blessed, although I fear that the enemy you are fighting against is even more stronger." Estelle clenched her fists hearing that and the lady continued, "But worry not my child, your rightful role will come to you soon."
Estelle could feel her heart waver, "But the Saintess wants this body of mine."
