Her frail body was at the verge of breaking down....she just had a hollow feeling in her stomach since the time she ate. As she got up from her seat with the help of her maid and sat on the wheelchair...her battered legs were in pain.
It was never able to stop her though.
It had been months.....long months....probably years by now that the war has started. The royal family has fallen, blood has splattered all around.Vittoria was genuinely unlucky. She was slowly taken to the greenhouse ...a place of solace.
Vittoria faintly remembers her mother or her father....probably dead for years by now.Under the care of her eldest brother..she has experienced the horror and heartbreak of losing a family member, her sister Bridget killed in front of her brutally..pierced right into the heart by an assassin.
Unable to see anymore...she probably would have been blinded by shock then.
She slowly takes up a pen and a coarse paper...he hands were weak yet steady..the pen started to write.
"
Dearest Eugene
How are you??I hope that you are fine....
I am fine and I hope that you will write a letter back to me as soon you receive this letter .My pigeon had been dead a long ago and getting a new one is quite hard during this war times.
Brother has been drained a lot of his energy and has suddenly become ill. I hate official works and never have been so good at it so I think I will learn it now.
Are you eating properly??Usually camps are hard and this is your first time...I hope that you will enjoy your stay at the wilderness...protect yourself though.
Sorry if I have bothered you a lot..please forgive me for my past mistakes .
Yours lovingly
From Vittoria
"
The letter ended in an incomplete spree...only to never reach the other person again .
He has died in the war.Eugene has died in the war.
to be continued ~
