-Marcela-
I took her cold mine in mine.
She was thin and pale, unresponsive until now.
I cleaned my tears without the grace she had taught me since I was a child. A proper lady... She wanted me to be one. She hoped to see me crowned as Queen one day.
I gulped the knot in my throat. My eyes should be dried by now, but my face is wet, and I can taste my salty tears on my dry lips.
I kissed her hand and called her "mama," feeling guilty and above all so lonely.
I'm not even sure how many weeks have passed since the attack on the palace. The King sent me to a cell underground that same day. I spent a dark, long, and scary night there, but my blood ran cold hearing my mother tried to kill herself.
I knew my poor mother would rather die than go to jail, and this private room secluded and
