Chapter 63
- A little girl. No more than six. Met the heir of the Frantz empire in the midst of peril.
- Her knee was scraped, blood drying against her pale skin. While her other leg was stuck underneath a fallen log. Her face was soaked with her tears, seemingly crying for hours.
- Her crying hiccuped, confusion swirling in her eyes. Possibly thinking she had died and Anthony was here, dressed in all black, to take her away.