"Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something."
-William Goldman
Her expression was stoic as she sat at the bottom of the stairs frozen in her grief, her ears could pick up the cries and lamentations coming from the upstairs bedroom, the incessant keening broke upon the air with its haunting sound and further broke her heart. Her eyes were fixated on the hallway that led to her father's office where the door was still shut close.
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