OVERPROTECTIVENESS

"EOMMA, please stop crying," Eclaire said to her poor mother. "I'll be fine, I promise."

"But you practically signed a slave contract with the Crown Prince," her mother said between sobs. "They will never let you go until you have no use to the royal family, daughter."

Right now, she was talking to her mother using a communication device that her father gifted to her earlier.

The communication device this time was the mirror in the vanity in her bedroom.

Hence, she could talk comfortably while sitting in front of it in her own space.

[Yey to magic.]

"That won't be the case, eomma," Eclaire assured her mother. "The contract I signed with Nathaniel is only valid for a year. Though the Crown Prince added in the conditions that we may extend the contract if both parties agreed."

"A year is enough for the greedy royal family to find a way to stop you from leaving that world completely, daughter."