." She tells me while I am cl

cident that just happened. It reminds me of the thirteen-yea

e their

raightforward ans

continue cleaning her wound. "These need stitches. Abou

my son. He is in the

thing. Her tears flow down on her pretty face. I see deep s

of my friend. And maybe, he is now undergoing his heart surgery. It's okay if I die now, but my son needs to live. I know

mily. It still pains me. So, I take a deep sigh and start stitching. I

ream, it might hurt but

Her face now reminds me of Sherika, my youngest sister. I used to clean her wound too and she would always show a grimace of pain, even if it's

ks while refraining to shout a cry out of p

furrowed my brows not understand

r air due to the pain of the in-and-out

d something." I say shifting into

kes place b

omething?" She asks, breaking

ooking at her. My hands are

I mean, those cla

ers as she asks

ll answer her. The

age here," I say as I

stayed with me for three more days 'til she was f

ng me shelter, Ms. Brown."

I remind her of her promise of keeping a s

with me." She smiles

heart. The last time that I felt this way was t

you to live, Lady Amara,

Marcus?" My tear

my Lady. I am deeply

d with palm facing his chest, and resp

't know if I will ever pass to be called a Lady. It is a term used in referring to wome

ut

n hear the sound of running horses and the

mara. Save yourself." His pleadi

t with them, alone. But even with me on his side will be no match to the hundred monstrous men of Aqua Edis. I know there's only one thing I could do this time as Marcus