Leahla looks around her father’s room, eyes settling on a small box seemingly shoved under the bed. She glanced around, catching her reflection in the mirror, pink eyes meeting pink. Her blond hair was nicely kept, shining like her brother’s, even after cutting most of it off. Tired of staring at her appearance, she went over to the small carved wooden.. letter holder. Yes, inside were her father’s private letters. Ones to her now deceased mother. Now this was a find!

She began to read through them, growing more concerned as times went on. Rather then sweet words of affection, her mother wrote threats to her father. For example ‘ Our room better be without flaw once I return, for if it is not, I will make your body dirty it worse. ‘ .. Tears began to flow down the child’s cheek as she shakily set the box back under the bed.. if this is what love was like- she- she has to warn Alexander! Oh poor father! He had to endure this from mother?! This- this isn’t right!

She dashed out of the room, heading off to where father was dining with Alexander and some friend he brought. While once this idea excited her, now it brought fear.