January 13, 1800
Dearest Rainier,
You've been gone for three years and it still feels like you were here yesterday. I wish we hadn't fought, we shouldn't have. If we had just surrendered when we were first attacked maybe then you'd still be here. I don't sleep anymore, I am too afraid of France. Since the surrender he's raped me every night. I'm only allowed to go the beach and to your grave. I still can't believe you're gone. I can't believe I'll never get to see your lilac eyes again. I don't smile anymore, either. I've completely lost that ability. My eyes have lost their shine and hair is limp like that of a doll. I miss you so much Rainier. I can't survive without you, without my strength, my twin. I wear your rosary, every day. I never take it off. Your side of the tower hasn't been touched. Everything is exactly the same. Well, almost…I use your quilt after he leaves. I wrap myself in it and cry. I'm going to be strong though, for you. And I promise you that I will get our country back. No matter what it takes! I love you and I miss you. You'll always be in my heart.
~Mona
France hated himself at that moment. He absolutely hated himself. He had no idea that she had been hurt that badly. He had no idea that the deal would be the first thing to shatter his sister. That the Annexation had been what turned her into such a fragile porcelain doll. If only he had let them see each other. If he let his younger siblings be happy and reunite. He didn't notice someone else walk into the old tower room. Rainier, the brother, that Monaco thought was dead gently laid his hand on France's shoulder. He squeezed until he heard a crack. France handed him the letter, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. He read it and fell to his knees in tears. Then his eyes hardened and he stood. He hissed something in French and watched as France left the tower. He began to weep then, weep and weep and weep. Finally after almost four hours he opened the old toy trunk. A small, soft, smile spread across his face as he picked up an old rag doll. It had Monaco's favorite. France had given it to her. He hated France with a passion now. He had broken the deal. He had let her die. He was supposed to keep her alive. He had promised that he would keep her alive. Rainier held the doll close as he walked out of the tower and began to explore the beautiful country that had been his twin's home.