[ hell; just like what her mother is likely enduring in her heart in this moment. something they have in common. lizzie clings tightly, unwilling to let go of the only person in any world she knows for a certain whom she can rely on and trust.
through her tears, she somehow manages to nod, and breathe a long exhale of relief. ]
Do not leave me, Mother. I.. [ she doesn't know what she would do if she were in this world alone. ] Good. I want a good man. An honourable man.
[ she doesn't care who, anymore. so long as they might not have murdered her brother, or declared her a bastard.
her own heart is breaking all over again, as it never really mended in the first place. but now the wound is clean, and it can heal. the tears, which continue to stream down her cheeks, are actually helping. they are clearing the rot from the wound, allowing it the possibility to heal. elizabeth holds tightly to her mother, and whispers softly: ]
Our little Richard is still safe, Mother. In Flanders. There is hope yet for us. We must cling to it.
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through her tears, she somehow manages to nod, and breathe a long exhale of relief. ]
Do not leave me, Mother. I.. [ she doesn't know what she would do if she were in this world alone. ] Good. I want a good man. An honourable man.
[ she doesn't care who, anymore. so long as they might not have murdered her brother, or declared her a bastard.
her own heart is breaking all over again, as it never really mended in the first place. but now the wound is clean, and it can heal. the tears, which continue to stream down her cheeks, are actually helping. they are clearing the rot from the wound, allowing it the possibility to heal. elizabeth holds tightly to her mother, and whispers softly: ]
Our little Richard is still safe, Mother. In Flanders. There is hope yet for us. We must cling to it.