Chapter 64: Fractured Hopes

Sarandia lay on her bed while Halonde waited patiently.

"How could I have not seen?" Sarandia berated herself. "I can read a noble from a twitch of the eyebrow, but didn't see my daughter's pain?"

"She is a cheerful child." Halonde laid out a dress for the morning. "And I believe she is protecting you."

"Protecting? Me?" Sarandia rolled over and sat up. "She's five, for heaven's sake."

"Since she was young, Thuria has been told she must behave because she's a princess, and the honour of the family is in her hands." Halonde picked up a brush and started on Sarandia's hair. "Most of the mischief she gets into is harmless, and she takes great care not to hurt others. What is she to do with times she is possessed by rage? Better to push you away to spare you disappointment."

"Really?" Sarandia kept her head still from long habit. "I would never stop loving her, no matter what."