Driselle Sharil was not a strong girl. Yes, she was the new governer for Sharilton, yes, she took it upon herself to raise and take care of Elize, just as she knew her own mother would. One thing was for sure, though. Her fake smiles were losing their momentum, or rather, she could barely stand strong for anyone, let alone her own self for that matter. Milla and Rowen's journey was over, her previous butler to Gaius and Milla became the new Maxwell, as she was told by Elize. But none of those things really mattered to her, not really.
The only thing she could ever want is the return of her older brother.
Cline was all she had. She had plenty of friends now, but none of them could ever take his place. She knew that much.
Still, even well over a year had passed, she still expected his letters, his candy, his brotherly affection, to just burst through the door, and rush to find her, just to know that she was home safe, but no longer.
Every night she sobbed loudly into her pillows, praying to Maxwell herself to bring her brother back, even though she was far too late. Not even a life bottle could've kept him alive long enough, being as he was shot straight through the heart.
She ached in all of her being to see him again, to tell him how grateful she is to him caring for her after their parents' deaths, to being such a great brother that she quite literally couldn't get over the pain any longer. The window was open, oh she could jump, and be in excruciating pain, but her brother would be there.
She had thought he would always be here for her. The thought that death would succumb to such a strong and important person never occurred to her. Cline was all she had, but now she needed to step up for both her city and Elize. In no way did she ever feel prepared to do that.