mags_may149
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When I was six, my father passed away from an unknown illness. My mother died when she had me. Mother and father were in love, each other's gaze rarely left, or so I was told. The castle staff has told me that look like a spitting image of my mother, but only with brunette hair. After my mother died, my father had trouble raising me. He always told me that I had her free spirit and his adventurous nature, sadly all of that ended when he died...