Chapter 68

*Aloria*

While the men has their meeting, I decide that I prefer to go spend some time with my mother instead of listening in on their discussion, I know River will tell me anything I need to know after.

“Hey mom,” I say, entering to cosy house after knocking.

“Aloria,” She smiles at me, “just in time to helped unpack.”

The scent of fresh wood and paint fills the air as I help her unpack the boxes they brought along. The walls of the modest house are a warm beige, and the sunlight filters through the windows, casting playful shadows on the floor. I can see my mother’s face light up as she re-discovers small treasures hidden in the boxes: family photographs, hand-knitted blankets, and the delicate porcelain figurines that were passed down through generations. They seem small things, but it is the few things She manages to bring from the castle, and each item seems to carry a story, a piece of our family’s history that she’s eager to reclaim.

“Look at this!” she exclaims, holding up a f