[Camilla was of two worlds. She hated and she loved her family. Her family was intense, well-bred, and an example of excellence. She had grown up knowing she needed to extol those virtues. Often times, she felt more like a symbol than a daughter. Still, she performed dutifully. She assumed there was some failing in herself and eventually that love depicted in fairy tales would come true.]
[Not a love for a prince but a love for family.]
[She still remembers the first time she saw Amane. It had been the moment of her greatest joy and deepest despair. After all, Amane had helped her realize two things. Firstly, she had the capacity for such love inside her in the first place, and secondly, that there was no love to be found from their parents. It wasn't her, it wasn't Amane, it was this family that was devoid of love.]
[She knew she wanted to leave eventually. Even if she never said it, that undercurrent could be felt by the people closest to her.]
[It was Amane that gave her the strength to think like that.]
[She's taking a break from her studies, stitching very carefully to make a monogrammed handkerchief. The "C" for her own name is coming along nicely. After that, she'll add the "A." She hears the knock and immediately a warmness comes to her face when she hears who it is.]
Of course, darling. I always have a moment for you. [Of course, the times Amane actually asked for them was less than the moments she would actually give. She maintained the persona she needed to have as the eldest daughter. Her mental priorities, though, would always come to her little sister first.]
Come in, come in, let me see you. [because it was never enough to see her in the cold family situations.]
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[Not a love for a prince but a love for family.]
[She still remembers the first time she saw Amane. It had been the moment of her greatest joy and deepest despair. After all, Amane had helped her realize two things. Firstly, she had the capacity for such love inside her in the first place, and secondly, that there was no love to be found from their parents. It wasn't her, it wasn't Amane, it was this family that was devoid of love.]
[She knew she wanted to leave eventually. Even if she never said it, that undercurrent could be felt by the people closest to her.]
[It was Amane that gave her the strength to think like that.]
[She's taking a break from her studies, stitching very carefully to make a monogrammed handkerchief. The "C" for her own name is coming along nicely. After that, she'll add the "A." She hears the knock and immediately a warmness comes to her face when she hears who it is.]
Of course, darling. I always have a moment for you. [Of course, the times Amane actually asked for them was less than the moments she would actually give. She maintained the persona she needed to have as the eldest daughter. Her mental priorities, though, would always come to her little sister first.]
Come in, come in, let me see you. [because it was never enough to see her in the cold family situations.]