The Only Daughter Of Lancaster
Part Forty Eight: Sunflowers

Amabel felt her body crumble. His entire body was in pain from having to greet so many people last night. A pot containing a clover of four petals woke him up. There was a letter under the small pot.

***Gift from me.

May luck be on your side this time.

ps are you happy?

pss for a while I'm going

Greetings, greetings,

Rain***.

Rain has gone. From the beginning he was a traveller, certainly could not be arrested. Rachel and Rain leave, Amabel prays for the safety of both. Amabel's eyes read Rain's words and smiled. "Yes, Rain, I'm happy."

The pot is then moved to the window. This morning the sun was covered with gray clouds, even since it was drizzling. The smell of water meeting the ground can Amabel inhale, a distinctive aroma. The drizzle then gets heavier and turns into rain. It felt like he wanted to go back under the thick blanket with a cup of hot chocolate.

"Thank God the lady is awake." Ribbon says when opening the door. He put a tray of breakfast for Amabel on the table. The girl then approached Amabel with a robe and put it on Amabel's shoulder. "Miss can catch a cold if it stands here any longer. I've brought you breakfast for miss."

"Hm, thank you." Reply to Amabel and step towards the table in front of her bed. He cut the eggs and ate them in one big mouthful. "The eggs are so soft. Delicious, Mr Geral added oregano huh? It feels more savory and I like it."

As always, Amabel's tongue for tasting food was beyond doubt. Pita smiled broadly to see Amabel enjoying her breakfast. When finished, Pita takes out a pink handkerchief. He held out the handkerchief in front of Amabel. "Today I haven't been able to give you a gift. I sewed this hand myself. I hope this handkerchief can be useful for miss."

Amabel stared at the floral motif on the side of her handkerchief and the initials of her name. A beautiful blend. "Thank you, Pita. I like it."

Pita nodded then grabbed Amabel's hand. "Miss, all this time you've had a lot of trouble. I pray that the lady will be happy. I never regret being a servant. Even if I am reborn, I will gladly serve miss."

Amabel chuckles at hearing it. "Our Lady, if you are reborn do not be my servant. I want you to be my friend."

Pita lowered her head, holding her back from crying. "Miss, thank you. I'm gonna take this to the kitchen. Elle will come to prepare miss."

After that, Pita came out of Amabel's room. While the owner of the room still holds tightly to the handkerchief giving Pita. Born again, I thought Amabel. He's been through it three times. This was his third life and he finally felt happy. Being loved by family, having a friend who loves him, also finding someone who loves him. All his hopes were fulfilled. He thought, does he deserve all this happiness?

As Lalisa, will she feel loved by her family? As Celine, can you feel the warmth of a lover? It feels like Amabel has lived so long to get it all. It feels so selfish to think about it again. But this time he realized that the expectations of his previous two lives had been fulfilled in his current life.

Amabel closed her eyes, letting the wind touch her cheeks slowly. Rain splashes can be felt along with the wind that hit his body. The rain was getting worse without any intention of stopping. Today will be a long day.

Alterio opened Jeanne's room door slowly. For days his wife did not come out of the room. The man stepped up, approaching Jeanne who was leaning against the window. His face looked grim and it made Alterio uneasy. "Jeanne's."

The call made the name owner stand up quickly. Jeanne immediately saluted and approached Alterio. "Is there anything Your Majesty?"

Alterio shook his head, he then gave the sunflower to Jeanne. "I just want to give you this."

Jeanne grabbed it then nodded. "Thank you."

Again, Alterio sighed. "Don't grieve Jeanne too long. You still have me here, you're not alone." After saying that Alterio walked towards the door. He held the door and looked. "Don't do anything that will make you regret it. Hatred will not produce satisfaction in the self." He opened the door, "I'm leaving. Also Jeanne, you are my wife, remember that."

Always was. It's always like that. Alterio's like stripping Jeanne. It was as if every step and decision Jeanne had known, even before she had made that choice. Alterio always knows. It's just that Jeanne's choice has been made and she won't change it.

"You're wrong, Prince." Jeanne said while holding the sunflower. "The revenge that comes from hatred will give great satisfaction to the self. Especially when the character loses the precious before the eyes."

As she said that, Jeanne's eyes were blank and cold. There's no emotion there.

"The biggest dam we've got, sir. Like the previous plan, the water flow has been blocked." Report the orange cloak. "Slowly, the palace has also been we infiltrated with special soldiers. Confirmed at the coronation, we'll take over the palace."

A man in a white robe nodded. He then stood up, making everyone in the room kneel. "Until the time comes, continue to execute the plan until it is perfect. Call the witches and prepare let's send gifts to the Princes."

The white robe then disappeared, as did the people in the room.

The gift arrived at the palace two days later. The gift arrives at the Lancaster residence along with Elliot's return. "Bel, I think right now you need to see Rachel."

Amabel put down her knit and turned her head, confused. "Has Rachel returned from her vacation?"

Elliot looked at Amabel, straight and firm. The last time Elliot looked at him like this was when he reported that Alec had been injured during sword practice. "Rahel's company because he needs you right now."

"Why?" Indict Amabel.

Elliot first hugged Amabel, tightly. "He lost his son. On the way Prince Noah and Rachel's train were attacked. At that time they lost a child that they even just knew when they lost it. Accompany Rachel, Bel."

Slowly Amabel's tears fell. He could only hug Elliot tightly. How is Rachel feeling at this time? Amabel still remembered Rachel's happy smile when she wanted to leave a few days ago. They even joked and Rachel even mocked him. Now, his best friend feels a loss at something he has never addressed. Rachel does not yet know the baby in her stomach, but she has to say goodbye without ever knowing each other.

Upon arriving at Rachel's room, Amabel only saw her best friend sitting facing the window while hugging her knees. His gaze was blank while Dorothy could only accompany him without doing anything. Amabel held back her tears before approaching. Slowly he approached and crouched down in front of Rachel.

"Rub." Call Amabel, but don't respond. "Rahel, it's me. It's me Rosemary."

"Rub." Call Amabel again in a choked voice. "Say something, Rachel."

"What do you want to hear, Rosemary?" Ask Rachel, flat.

What does Amabel want to hear? Amabel doesn't know. He just wanted to know how Rachel was feeling right now. Amabel kept silent until Rachel finally stood up from her seat. He leaned against the window, touched the window glass and stared at the lake. "He's a beautiful boy, Rosemary. His eyes were as warm as Noah's, his hair was like mine. She was so beautiful even when saying goodbye."

Amabel knew Rachel was crying, but her feet were on the floor. He can't move. Rachel touched her stomach, rubbing it slowly with an affectionate look. It made Dorothy throw her face away, it was painful. "I didn't even notice his presence, but he said goodbye with a big smile. I-"

Rachel immediately crouched down, crying with a painful roar. With the rest of her strength Amabel ran and hugged Rachel, tightly. So close that the two cried together. "How could I not know of his presence? Now how should I?"

Amabel doesn't know. He never lost like this. He doesn't know what to do. He could only hug Rachel tightly. "Bel, say something. I should what?"

"Say goodbye with your best smile." It's not Amabel, it's Dorothy. He stepped slowly and sat down in front of Rachel. He touched Rachel's soft cheek with a knotty smile. "It takes courage to say goodbye, so appreciate the effort. You should be able to reply with the same big smile. He's a pretty boy, isn't he? He wanted to see his mother smile beautifully. It doesn't matter if you're sad because of her, just don't take too long. Your daughter won't like it."

Dorothy paused for a moment then grabbed Rachel's right hand. He took it to Rachel's left chest, right in her heart. "He's here. He'll never leave."

Rachel was crying again. However, this time Amabel believes Rachel has been better. He looked at Dorothy, thanking her. The woman smiled and nodded. Then he came out of the room, leaving two friends still hugging.

"I'll make a chrysanthemum garden and name the garden, Helena. That's my daughter's name." Rachel nodded. "There I'll give you my best smile."

Amabel nodded as she continued to hug Rachel's head. "Can I plant roses? Orchids and pine trees?"

Rachel nodded. "certain. We will also grow lavender. I will create a garden that will always flower in four seasons. My Helen will always look beautiful in four seasons."

It will be the most beautiful flower garden in the future. At that moment, Amabel prayed that Rachel could bring Helena's sisters and say goodbye with a smile. As Dorothy said.