Zuriel
Princess Elara. Elara. Her name rings in my head. Ever since I told her about what happened with my therapist, I felt like a heavy load was lifted off my chest.
I didn't know talking about it would help me. I appreciated what she said. How concerned and understanding she was of me.
As I spent more time with her, I realized how mature she was. She has grown to be a wonderful young woman.
Princess Elara was jealous of River. But she needed not to worry because there was nothing with River and me.
I was attached to River a few years ago because of the abuse we both suffered at our tender ages. We bonded over that. It still makes me guilty that I married another woman after she came back. After she lost our child at the hands of those rogues. I had rejected River's propositions
