*Author's Note* Saleen's mother's name is going to be............*Drumroll* Seraphina.
*Seraphina's POV*
I can see my beautiful daughter. She is almost to me. I can see her, but I can't touch her. I extend my hand, hoping to break the barrier that separates us. I wish I could show her that I am not really gone. She can still come to me. Even better, she can free me. She can help me come back to be her mother. I never should've left Regina in charge of my sweet little girl. The Saleen that I raised was sweet and kind. She'd bring me yellow daises every morning and always wore her raven-black hair in it's natural waves. She loved her dresses. Her favorite dress was...(the link is in my status). She was angel.
I suppose her predicament is my fault. I never should have said what I did to Regina before we left for that journey. But honestly, there are lines you should never cross and Regina hopped and skipped over the line. Even though many people said later that it was a mere coincidence that the Queen had lost a black horse that perfectly fit the description of the one that careened into my carriage, I know that Regina, my loving older sister, tried and half-succeeded in killing me. So, job well half-done, I suppose.
But anyway, I must keep Saleen safe. I send a protection to her, hoping she'll accept the help that's coming her way.
