King Wilhelm;
My footsteps echo as I pace back and forth in the solitude of my room.
I've paced so long, my legs ache. But stopping is not something I find myself physically able to do.
My hands tremble when I let them loose, so I'm forced to hold them clenched behind my back.
In the suffocating loneliness that has currently enveloped my heart, the memories I have spent years suppressing come rushing back to me.
Amber… and Sofia…
My daughters.
The thought of them hits me like a blade shoved between my ribs to kill me on impact.
I close my eyes as the suffocating pain, and the nightmarish memories return.
I remember it vividly… like it just happened.
The memory of them standing across from me, both of them taller than I remember… I wondered when that happened.
When my little girls grew into women with eyes so sharp they cut deep into my heart?
