A year ago, it was almost after eight years of not knowing whether her child was alive or dead that the Baroness finally received some useful information.
It had been a sad day for the noblewoman as it was the commemoration day of her father who had died tragically in a mishap.
She had gone to revisit some of the old memories she possessed of the times when she was by her father's side as a little child.
The fondest memories she had with him were when he would sit in the same room with her lest she got bored and cried while the painter was working on her annual portrait.
Her father would bring his work documents along and accompany her for the many hours that were required to complete her portrait.
He would work as well as converse with her to ensure that she did not fall asleep or get cranky from being still for too long.
This was one of the fondest memories that she could think of.
