He and Arthur have barely visited her. Both of them wracked by thoughts of guilt. They hardly knew her... never cared to. Arthur was determined to gain his father's recognition through intense training and... he had spent all his time either drinking, gambling or on the battlefield. He looks at the doors to his little girl's room. She looks too much like her mother. It pains him to look at her sometimes. What have I done? My dear Lizzy... He asks himself in a shaky and defeated tone.
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