Olivia's hands trembled as she gripped the last letter left by her mother. Damon waited, silent, his breath held as if afraid any noise might shatter her.
She read aloud, her voice barely more than a whisper:
"I never fear dying, but I will miss you and Oriana even in the afterlife. I hope she did not take a decision, she would regret it all her life. And you… never change, Olivia. I know it must be hard to live alone, but do not trust those nobles. Life as a commoner and stay happy, my daughter. Even the northern or eastern lands can not be trusted. Must you need someone, find solace in your sister.
Do not touch slaves again and this book should only be your last choice. I want a different result for your life, my daughter. You must not follow our footsteps."
Olivia's heart slammed against her chest. Her mouth went dry. She looked at Damon, but his expression was unreadable.
