Chapter 107
"Do not touch anything or our roles will reverse and it will be you worrying about me harming you," Amelia warned Loki. "What is left inside of this tower needs to be cherished. I will take the more important things in case anyone decides to empty this tour. A lot of her things have been moved to the hall for royalty. My doll," Amelia spotted a familiar toy she would play with.
It was a small doll the size of her hand with similar features to Amelia. Anne would use it to tell stories of a princess who would one day become queen.
She stood up from the bed to pick up the doll that lay under her mother’s vanity. "You used to be so pretty. The dust has ruined you," she shook the doll and fanned the dust that came out. "A little bit of water will make you feel brand new. You can come with me. I need a basket," Amelia said as she looked around for something to hold the things she would take.
While she was busy, Loki found a warm spot under the window to lie down. He didn’t see why she was interested in such a boring thing.
"This will do," Amelia picked up a basket containing dried-up flowers that broke apart the moment she touched them. The flowers were placed there during the time of her mother’s funeral. Amelia patted the basket to get rid of the dust and turned it upside down to let anything inside fall out.
Once it was as clean as it could be, for now, Amelia gently placed her doll inside the basket. If she could make the doll regain its former beauty, it would be something nice to pass down to her daughter if she were to ever have one. She hoped that she would.
"This is my favorite bedtime story," Amelia showed Loki a book she found on her mother’s vanity. "Did Killian have you from the time you were a pup? If he did, did he read stories to you? He does not seem like the type but you never know how pet people are when they are alone. You wouldn’t care about these happy stories. Perhaps I should write one about fire and death for you."
Amelia placed the book in her basket along with brushes and hair accessories her mother would use. No one would care for them better than her and she would like to start the tradition of passing down her mother’s things to her children so that her mother would never be forgotten.
"I feel more relaxed than I have been in a long time. Should I sleep here instead of in my room?" Amelia seriously considered it. "I have been having trouble sleeping from the moment I stopped visiting my mother’s tower. Perhaps she was haunting me for not visiting her. Do you have a mother, Loki?"