Alyssia: Sits on a charred, flat piece of rubble in the remains of the old church, fiddling with a single daisy in my hands, thinking absently back to the times when it still stood and the nuns that cared for me so. I had come here alone today, without telling my butler of my leaving, but I know he could find me if he wanted... the white feather attached to the necklace around my neck was proof of that. So I snuck out once again, wearing the color I wore almost every day, a dress the color of nothingness. It was a very long, frilly, and proper dress, the kind Adriel usually had me wear, but the cloth slid down over the curve of her shoulders carelessly, while I stared down at the daisy in my hands, trying to pretend the home I loved was no longer ashes beneath my feet.
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