This story begins within the dirty walls of a dungeon, with a birth of a new born girl. With the hair as brown as hazelnut, eyes with the bright shade of green like grass, and a skin white as snow and smooth as silk.
The exhausted mother took a hand out to reach for her daughter, but the royal doctor backed away. "Please, let me see my baby. My beautiful baby.." the mother pleaded.
A soldier came up to the locked doors of the dungeon, "The Royal King Philip is here to talk." he says and opened the locked doors—comes out the king with shining crown and puffy coat along with black long boots.
The King took a sit on the chair beside the mother whose named is Carmela. "Carmela, I am letting you stay with your daughter as long as you wish..but will be ended as one of the servant."
Carmela looked at the King with pleading eyes. But he did not took any pity. "If you don't, might as well take this child away since it is no use of the Royal family and Royal servants." Carmela did nothing but to whimper and sniff.
Silence.. And for the King, silence means yes. "Good. I must give my blessing to your new born girl. And give my best wishes for both of you..until death." those were the most painful words Carmela had ever heard of him.
Even though he was the one who sinned. And was the one who did this to her. His darkest secret.
An Affair with the lovely innocent Maid.
YEARS HAVE PASSED and it goes with the same routine—The King delivers breakfast to them in the morning,supper for supper, and dinner for dinner.
And all Carmela does was to take care of the baby with the supplies the king had gave her. She was somehow happy—that the sinned father was still making sure the baby was safe.
"I shall name her Laura. Laura Olivia."—this was one of her happiest times, naming her beautiful new born child.
"Ma! Look! I made a hat!" the child happily said with her bright shining green eyes looking up at her mother proudly presenting the small little hat she made. It was the size of a head of a stuff toy teddy bear.
"That looks great Olivia!" Carmela smiled at the child sweetly and grabbed the hat, admiring on how she made twists and how she put the ribbon in place. And in her surprise, it was utterly perfect.
Too much of her celebration of the first hand-made hat of the child; she fainted in complete proud and surprise. Laura was used to it, her mother sometimes collapse but regain conciousness sooner or later.
The child helped her mother lay down on the bed they use to sleep at, putting a blanket up to her chest, kissing her forehead before laying down with her mother on the bed—singing and talking of random things.
"Every family has a father, right ma? Then why don't have I? Was i not a daughter of yours? Am i like Jesus who has a ever virgin mother like you? I would like to have a father. But not any father, i would like the one who cares and loves us." The child sighed and giggled once again, putting up her legs in the air and reached for her toes.
"How about you mom? Have you experienced of having a father? It might have been very nice... I want to meet my father soon, ma. I would like to meet my father soon.."she whispered to herself before drifting into a peaceful sleep.