Theresa kept running... running...
She didn't know where she wanted to go; she only knew she wanted to escape from this place.
Even staying here for a second seemed to bring back the night when the revolutionaries breached the Imperial Palace.
The girl kept running... running...
When she stopped, gasping for air, she had unconsciously reached the highest tower in the Imperial Palace.
It was her favorite place to stay when she was young, hiding in the tower's attic to cry whenever she was sad.
Every time, it was her aged grandmother, Maria II, who would eventually find her in the attic, gently stroking her head and comforting her not to cry, to be strong.
Her grandmother was a competent Empress, but also a kind grandmother.
But now, everything was gone.
Grandmother was gone, home was gone, even her identity was lost.
She could only live incognito, waking up from sleep countless nights, dreaming of the night the country was lost.
No hatred.
