Eleanora's father, Duke Dalton had been a loyal servant of the imperial family for generations, always putting the interests of the empire before anybody else including her.
But in the last moments of their life, he thought of her first rather than the empire, realizing that she was having an extremely hard time.
Her father said he loved her always; he didn't blame her for anything.
Eleanora was afraid that she could not see him anymore if she did not find him right away.
The servants and maids looked at her running in surprise, but Eleanora didn't care.
After running a long distance with her short legs, she ran out of breathe and stopped for a moment to catch her breath and looked around.
Eleanora saw his silver hair shining in the sunshine far away and her heart began to pound.
'Father...papa!'
She once again clenched the hem of her skirt and put her feet down to run faster.
"…Princess?"
"It's dangerous!"
"What are you doing? Hold the lady! She still hasn't recovered!"
