[DREAM] trapped in a loop of despair

Eularia scoffed, glaring at the girl. My first husband was a terrible man, not chosen by myself but by your grandmother. The children had never heard the story of Fran's father, Eularia hadn't wanted to give them any reason to distrust their grandmama, evne if she did not like the woman herself.

And I certainly never wanted that man's title. Or his child. At the time, she'd believed if Fran was born, her first husband might be kind to her. It had done nothing but trap her even more; and some small part of her resented Franziska.

She was quiet, fuming as Adaria called Magnus a fool; implied he was less than endowed. And for a brief moment all of the guilt she had felt whilst seeing Magnus in secret crushed her soul. It would always crush her soul, she was certain. And her silence drew on, for another moment.

I knew your father far better than you, Adaria. She was not here to protect what a child thought of her lover; nor was she here to protect herself. Instead, she hugged herself and turned away, as the dream started to reset.

You should learn to let go. Your father always knew that death would come for him before it came to me. The dream was resetting and she was staring up at the sky, refusing to acknowledge it as it played yet again.