Renzille watched people passed by in a blur through the window for a moment.
"The last time I asked about my mother." She began, a soft smile touching her lips. "Lorraine showed me a photo of her."
Genuine warmth and joy flickered in Renzille's eyes as the memory surfaced of that day, the picture of her mother's face etching itself in her mind.
"She was truly beautiful, Kreios." She whispered, her eyes becoming distant as the image of her mother's face filled her thoughts. "So beautiful that I often wished I had inherited her looks instead of my father's.. I yearned to see a bit of her in my own features, to carry a piece of her with me always."
However, as soon as that warmth appeared in her eyes— they vanished just as quickly.
Renzille's eyes hardened, scorn flashing across her features as she continued, her voice filled with bitterness. "But, as always, the Count had to snatch away the last piece of my mother I had."
