[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: FOR WHOM THE FIRE BURNS ~ PHILDEL]
Oriana walked outside the inn, with tears lingering in her eyes. It wasn't every day she fully remembered her grandmother and the times they spent together. Today she just missed the woman this much.
"Nana.." she muttered to herself, walking aimlessly to the side of the inn where nobody would find her. Oriana sat on the grass and sobbed softly. Was she really destined to become a shame? Was she not supposed to be born? Was she not normal? All these questions she asked herself but found no answer.
"I'm still waiting to see you tomorrow, Nana... I lost the only gift you gave me." She muttered to herself as the tears moved down freely on her pale face.
"Princess Oriana?" The voice of Madame Rosalie was heard from behind.
Oriana quickly dried her tears and placed a smile on her lips before turning to face the woman. "Madame Rosalie," she waved, standing up to dust off the grass on her dress.
