Episode 2

She was already dressed because that was all there was. Shortly after, the girl entered again and behind her an old man, who didn't look like a doctor, just in a white rag. Maybe he was one of those butcher doctors that exist in the underworld. (I hope you understand my reference; if not, ask and some good Mexican will explain it to you) This is where I began to fear, wondering whether I should trust him. No way, as the meme goes.

Rosita: My lady, why didn't you wait for another maiden to help you dress?

She asked me, distressed, to which I naturally replied.

Macky: Don't worry, girl, I'm not helpless.

Rosita: See, doctor, my lady speaks differently and acts differently, and she says she doesn't know who I am.

Doctor: Good morning, Miss Sol, could you lie down so that I could examine you?

Macky: Haha, Sol! Sorry, but that's not my name.

Doctor: Relax, miss, you took a heavy blow to the head when you fell down the stairs. Perhaps your brain is still a bit swollen.

When the doctor said that, a sharp pain struck my head, and I returned to that dark place, appearing on a kind of stage where I was a spectator.

First Scene

A mother giving birth to a girl, the handmaids bustling to stop the mother's bleeding.

"Please, bring my baby to me. I need to say goodbye," said the woman who had just given birth while the glow in her eyes slowly faded.

The woman hesitated at her words but, without thinking too much, passed her the child.

"My lady, don't talk like that. You will live a long life beside your daughter and the duke."

"No, Magnolia, I do not have much time. Please take care of her as you did with me. Don't let her suffer, please. I know Sebastian will mourn my departure, but do not let my little one resent it."

"I will do so, my lady. Your little girl will be my priority from today."

"Thank you, Magnolia."

After that brief talk, the woman passed something to the little baby, it was like a dazzling light but lasted only a few seconds, and it seemed only I could see it.

That scene vanished, and I was in a room beside a little girl.

The girl was weeping inconsolably; beside her was the same lady from the birth, her name was Magnolia, and another girl, very similar to Rosita but younger.

"My lady, you know what your father is like; what he said was just because he was upset, don't take it to heart."

"No, Magnolia, my father doesn't love me; he hates me because my mother died, he always tells me so. I don't understand why my mommy didn't take me with her," she sobbed.

"Don't say that, my lady," said the little one, as she handed a small first-aid kit to Lady Magnolia.

I hadn't noticed the young girl's swollen face before. What kind of bastard had done this to her? I was so stupid; it was her bloody father.

Then, many scenes of disdain passed through my mind, like a summary, until reaching another scenario.

A young girl, no more than 15 years old, delicate features marking the transition from child to woman.

In that scene, her father appeared, accompanied by a woman and another girl of roughly the same age, but this other one had a certain something about her that made me uneasy. Let's say female or killer intuition in my case, as in my former life I always had to be one step ahead of those who wanted to harm me. It's a pity I never doubted that damn brother of mine. Well, the thing is that this young girl didn't seem nice at all.

Duke: Sol, this is my new wife, and she will be your sister from now on.

Sol: Pleased to meet you," she said with a lowered head.

"What? Do you not have a name to properly introduce yourself as is proper?" said the man with a troubled expression. "Forgive her. I guess the tutors I've hired haven't been good enough with her education."

"Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of her from now on. I promise her education will be my priority."

"Thank you, Maricela. Now go on and get settled, choose whichever room you like best."

"Really, any room I like, Father?" said the girl with a touch of enthusiasm in her voice but with an undertone of malice.

"Of course, Sandra. You may choose the room you like."

"Thank you, Father," she said with a deep bow, then turned on her heel and headed for the bedrooms to choose her favorite.

Shortly after, a dispute was heard on the second floor of the house. This was the first time Sol had fought for something. Her new sister was trying to kick her out of her room, starting to throw her things out, breaking the only picture, or rather painting, of her mother. Sol was turned away, so when Sandra saw her mother and new father coming, she hit her cheek and threw herself to the floor to feign a slap.

"What is going on here?" the duke shouted.

"Father, your daughter hit me. I didn't know this was her room, and I liked it. Then I accidentally knocked over a small painting of a woman, and she started yelling at me. I tried to apologize, but as you can see, she dragged me out and hit me."

A trace of annoyance crossed the duke's eyes when the painting was mentioned, but he concealed it.

"Sol, apologize to your sister."

"But Father, I didn't..."

The sound of a slap echoed in the hallway.

"I told you to apologize."

She just rubbed her cheek and managed to apologize. Then she went into her room and locked it.

"Forgive Sol. This is new for her. You may choose any other room," said the duke before leaving the area.

"At least he didn't take the room away. I would have been even more pissed if he had done that. What a damned harpy, and only a child at that; I can't imagine what the mother is like."

The following days were not much different. That girl played innocent, always finding situations where, unfortunately, Sol ended up looking bad.

"Damn it, I would've already beaten the hell out of her by now, dragged her through the house, taken her to the stable and thrown her in the cow dung. If they were going to hit me or punish me anyway, it might as well be for a good reason."

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