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Lady Lilith Ashmore laid in bed, wearing her finest dark blue silk gown and best nightrobe. Her dark crimson locks highlighted by white tied up in a graceful bun as she tried to sleep.
She was alerted by a cry coming from the room beside her, her daughter Putrice’s room. She used to share it with her sister Rancilda but Rancilda had recently got her own room in the castle.
Lilith got up from bed and started towards said room, pulling her nightrobe tighter around her gown. She reached the room, it was a door covered with grime and cobwebs. Lilith knocked, getting no answer, she knocked again. “Putrice?”
The crying continued. “I’m coming in, my dear.” She warned. Lilith opened the door to see her dear daughter cuddled up on the floor with one of her most well loved plushies.
“Why are you crying, sweet girl?” She asked, walking over to the child and leaning next to her, touching her shoulder gently, as gently as her kind could muster.
“Bad dream.” Was all Putrice could manage to say through sobs. Lilith’s gaze softened further as she trailed her hand up and down her dear daughter’s back.
“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetie.” Lilith murmured as Putrice climbed into her arms, she shushed the girl gently. “Don’t despair, dear daughter.”
“Mama’s here.” She whispered, holding her spawn tighter and kissing her hair, letting her cry into her gown.
Putrice continued to sob, before she snuffled and her cries subsided, she held tightly onto her mother.
“Don’t leave me, Mama..” She begged
“Shh shh. It’s okay, I shan’t leave.” Lady Ashmore insisted.
Her little girls tear-filled eyes gazed up at her with a glimmer of hope. “Thank you.”
Lilith kissed her cheek. “You must get some rest, darling.”
Lilith got up with Putrice in her arms, laying in her bed. Putrice wrapped her arms around her mama and was out like a light. but Lady Lilith Ashmore didn’t leave. Just like she’d promised.
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