Natalia:The fire cracked softly in the hearth, but I barely noticed it anymore. I was curled into the far end of the velvet sofa, the weight of a thick book resting in my lap, open to a page I hadn’t read in the past twenty minutes.My fingers traced the edge of the paper, but my eyes were far away, staring into flames, into memories, into moments that didn’t belong in this place.I remembered the scent of my old room, jasmine and vanilla, mixed with ink and old parchment. I remembered the garden my mother loved to walk through after sunset, her sharp voice softening when she spoke to the flowers she never let the maids touch. And I remembered my father.Not as the cold figure the world saw, but as the man who stood behind me at the edge of the training field, hand on my shoulder, whispering, "The moment you let them believe you're soft, you're done for. And that is why you must always be strong…"Flashback:“But Daddy, what if I don't want to be strong? What if I just want to be a g
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