Sonya remained depressed since her mother's death. If Isadora was with her, perhaps she would've been a little energetic, if only for the sake of appearance.
But with even her sister absent, the little princess couldn't hide the anguish in her heart.
After she learned everything that transpired, she couldn't spend an hour without her mother's final moments flashing in her mind.
Why?
Why did it have to be like this?
She blamed herself for hating her mother and believing her to be evil so easily. How could her mother really kill sister? Even until the end, her mother never blamed her.
There was a reason she strived so much to accomplish her dream. And when it all failed, the woman who bore it all alone sacrificed herself so that others could live to fulfill their own dreams.
"If only I didn't come here…maybe…" Sonya leaned against a tree in one of the many gardens, her lifeless face under the warm shade showing no more expression than a dead corpse. "Mother…mother…mama."
