Hannah's POV
Currently, I find myself in a wheelchair, being gently pushed by Tina, who appears to be lost in her thoughts. My mind is racing with a whirlwind of emotions as I allow her to guide me towards her intended destination. Ever since I was confined to this chair, Tina has maintained a stoic silence, ever since she pledged her support for me as the rightful heir.
We find ourselves outside the majestic castle, strolling through the enchanting gardens, with Tina softly humming a tune. It's a melody my mother used to sing to me during my childhood, each night as I lay in bed, attempting to drift into peaceful slumber. How does Tina know this song, when it was a personal creation of my mother's?
"___ oh ye peace of the night, wash over my child, and let the sweet tingles of sleep gu
