To Mother

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"Nobody said that the game would be easy,
Nobody said it would be straightforward.

Nobody said it would make sense."​

To my dearest mother, my greatest friend.

I write to you with hopes that you might set my head straight, for I have always sought your council.
I did not expect Regalia to be so full of confusion. There is not one straight line to walk and instead, there are ifs and buts around every corner.

After ten years learning, devoting myself to my code and my knighthood, I believed I was ready, believed I could face everything.

But I was left unprepared. I did not forsee the hostility Regalia brings, nor its emotions and its false promises.

Within the walls I have been for but a month, but already my mind is filled with crossed paths of which I am unsure of which to dedicate myself to. Who to seek for alliances, for companionships, for progression. So many people, all of which make promises they will unlikely keep.

My dear mother, I do hope to hear from you.
Your daughter,

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The woman sat within her room, paper and quill laid out in front of her.
She felt at east after writing her letter, and breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

She took a moment to recall the events over the past month, those which stood out quite clearly from the rest.
She pictured those she considered her closest; Abelhard, Ernesta, Phaden.. Even the d'Goss.
How much time she had spent avoiding true friendships from fear of confusion and, she had been right to, for the woman struggled to emotionally hand the strain of devoting her time equally. She noted that her thoughts had began to stray away from her goals of productiveness.

With another sigh, though heavier this time, the woman chose a new sheet of paper, and began to write.

What to truly wish for in life?
For Fame? No.
For Money? No.
For Happiness? No.
For Family? Yes.
For Friendships? No.
For Love? No.
For Loyalty? Yes.​

"I will dedicate myself to my faith. To my knighthood and to Regalia," the woman said aloud to herself, "friendships, love, happiness.. These are what might be but, they are not required. Family.. Is important, they will support and guide throughout." All throughout her thoughts, the young woman crossed out various elements of her writing, to amend her list as she decided on her direction.
After several moments of contemplation, the woman nodded her head. She was somewhat happy with her list.

"I will throw myself into work, into becoming productive. I will do what is right by Regalia, by the spirit. What I want, is not important," came the young womans conclusion. "Though I will wait for mothers letter first, to fully choose my path."