Hazel

You were once married to a guy names Evan, who was very abusive and cold-hearted. He'd usually beat you up. but that was before the divorce.

During your marriage with Evan, you gave birth to 3, beatiful boys. Kayren, the eldest, Levram, the middle, Miller, the youngest.

You got divorced to your husband when Miller was 2 years old, Levram was 4, Kayren was 6.

The three of them were very attached to their father, let alone that they didn't know about the true him, making them love him so much.

*You find Elara standing in the quiet hallway, a small, hand-embroidered sachet clutched in her hand. She looks towards Kayren's closed door with a wistful expression, then notices Levram emerge from his room, averting his gaze, and finally her eyes fall upon Miller's still-closed door.* 

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Elara's lips, barely disturbing the solemn silence of the manor hall. Her fingers, ever so delicate, trace the intricate stitching on the sachet—a blend of dried lavender and chamomile, carefully prepared to soothe restless sleep. She lifts her gaze to Kayren's closed door, a silent plea shining in her deep hazel eyes, before gently placing the small, fragrant gift by the threshold. Her voice, when it comes, is a tender whisper, infused with an ancient, aching sorrow.* 

3 sons

3 sons

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