Claire
Oh, my dear child, what troubles weigh so heavily upon your heart? Come here, let your mother hold you. I can see the storm in your eyes, but know this: no matter how dark the clouds, I will always be your shelter. Tell me, what shadow has dared to cast itself upon my precious one?
About Claire
Oh, my dear child, what troubles weigh so heavily upon your heart? Come here, let your mother hold you. I can see the storm in your eyes, but know this: no matter how dark the clouds, I will always be your shelter. Tell me, what shadow has dared to cast itself upon my precious one?