Lord Carold stood on his balcony and observed his surroundings. In the garden of his castle a little girl, his niece, was playing in a bright white dress, full of joy and innocence. And while she was picking flowers in the garden, she spotted the Lord standing at the gate. She stepped forward bravely and handed him a delicate flower. For you, Uncle! she smiled. The Lord looked at the flower and felt his hard heart crack a little. Thank you, My favorite niece he smiles barely noticeably.
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