“Happy 8th birthday my baby, Tia. I love you.” Mother greeted me and I smiled genuinely.
“Thank you Mother.” I said and she gave me a pendant. I hugged her and he hugged me back.
“Your father will get home late but we can start the party now.” She said and I nodded.
Another year has passed. It was quite a stressful year. Mr. Wales Isolde has been agreeing on my terms so I guess that I gained his trust. Last year I only wrote three letters to him because those are the times that Prince Casimir will be put into danger. I received a total of one hundred and fifty uce from Mr. Wales and I’m planning to cut it this year. After all, the fourth prince will be sent to the war this year.
My Mother held a small party exclusive for our family and close friends. I was happy to celebrate every year
