Book 12: Chapter 27
I looked at Mommy Elizabeth’s sleeping face for a long time without saying a word.
I used alcohol to profess my feelings to Elizabeth. Actually, I didn’t really use the power of alcohol, because I was clear-minded, so clear-minded I could see every inch of Elizabeth.
After I confessed, neither of us said anything. Neither of us spoke again, as though we had perfect chemistry. Mom didn’t reject me. We held hands and kissed under the moonlight.
I was sure I was going to be reprimanded by Freya again. After all, Mom and I left early. There was no way nobody noticed our absence. Nonetheless, they didn’t know where we went. Mommy Vyvyan probably knew exactly where we went without thinking, but she didn’t come to disturb us.
I really needed to thank Mommy Vyvyan. I was certain she wouldn’t publicise the deed, as it had to do with our reputation. As such, she had no choice but to deal with it in private. But we did the deed, so what could she say? Plus, I genuinely did like Mommy Elizabeth very much.
I stroked the black hair at the corner of Mommy Elizabeth’s mouth with delicate strokes. Her expression was very gentle. There was none of her usual aggression and pride. She was a woman just like Mommy Vyvyan. Actually, I’d say she was a bit more bashful than Mommy Vyvyan.
Mommy Elizabeth previously said so herself. She no longer knew who she was. What was Elizabeth? Should she be a proud and venerated Empress or a romantic and innocent young girl who jumped out of her window? She, herself, couldn’t tell. Neither could I.
Which identity of hers was her real one? She, herself, said that she was so used to wearing a mask that it became part of her flesh, and thus, nobody could tell which Elizabeth was the real one. Nevertheless, it didn’t matter. I liked Mommy Elizabeth and Mommy Vyvyan, not because they were my mother or because they were monarchs, but purely because I liked them regardless of however they were.
I looked at the side of mom’s face and then the moonlight outside. I took in a deep breath.