"What's wrong with you?" Camilla's mother asked some time later as she entered the playroom. Camilla sat next to the large wooden door with her back to the wall just staring at nothing.
"Nothing, Mother." Camilla sighed.
"Where's your little friend?"
"Iago took her away."
"Where to?"
"I don't know. He just took her." Camilla sighed. She hugged her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them, allowing her long, purple hair to cover face. "I felt something."
"That sadness, dear."
"No, when she was around. I felt something I didn't feel before. It was wonderful."
"What are you talking about now you fool?"
"I felt like what was missing was complete."
"Alright, don't tell me you brat. Just remember, you live a perfect life and if you ruin my chance with your father, we'll be out on the streets." She hissed before leaving her daughter.
"Something has been missing from my life, some type of void, and when Corrin was here, it was like the void was gone." She whispered to nothing.
"Lady Camilla?" Iago popped his head in the playroom.
"Where is my Corrin?" Camilla yelled as she kicked Iago as hard as she could in the shin. As he crouched down to grab into his shin, Camilla punched his face as hard as she could.
"She's not with me. Your father has… Taken care of her." Iago sneered. "He wants you in the dining hall, it is time for your supper.
"I don't want supper, I want Corrin!" She yelled, hitting Iago again.
"Go." Iago said sternly. He was used to Camilla becoming aggressive, but not hands on aggressive, it was as though some sort of protective instincts had come over her. Camilla bolted to the dining room as fast as she could. She threw open the doors causing Garon and Xander to look at her.
"Child, what have you been told about abusing doors?" Garon glared at her.
"Where is Corrin?" She demanded. Xander shot her a warning look.
"She is….being taken care of. It is nothing to concern yourself with." Garon said. "Not sit down and eat."
"Where is she?" Camilla stood her ground.
"Isolation." Garon finally answered.
"Why?" Camilla yelled. "She's only a baby!"
"She may carry disease. You saw the blood she was covered in."
"It was the blood of her father, the man you killed!" Camilla yelled.
"That is not true and I demand you forget every bit of it!" Garon yelled. "If you don't stop acting like a demonic child, I will not allow visitors."
"We can still see her?" Camilla asked, her anger dissipating.
"Yes." Garon sighed.
"Oh, Father, you're the best man in the world!" Camilla grinned as she joined her father and brother at the table.
"She is still your responsibility and I will hear nothing of the stories she tells you and you will speak to no one outside of the castle of her. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Father." Both children said at the same time.
"Thank you, Father." Camilla added. Her heart once again felt like it had when she was first hugged by Corrin.
"Father, my training and studies are going extremely well someday, I may be almost as good as you." Xander said hopefully.
"You are my son, Xander. Garon said flatly.
"F-father?" Camilla asked.
"What is it now?"
"I have a question about a feeling I have."
"You seem a bit young for feelings don't you?"
"It's just that sometimes I feel like something is missing from my heart, like there's a whole there that nothing can fill, but then this one thing comes and it fills the whole and I feel like I'm complete. What is this feeling called?" Garon looked at her.
"A foolish emotion called love. It is not worth anything and it will get you nowhere in life. Heed my advice, child. Don't pay attention to those feelings because they will do nothing for you." Garon said to his daughter. Camilla enjoyed this feeling too much to listen to her father's advice. She enjoyed the feeling she got when Corrin hid behind her and when Corrin hugged her and spoke to her. For the first time in her life, Camilla had someone in her life that saw her as a safe place and showed her love and affection, two things she had never been exposed to before."I see. Thank you, Father. May I visit Corrin tonight?"
"No, she is being watched over in the tower. You may see her in the morning."
"Please, Father? I want to make sure she is alright. She's a scared little girl." Camilla begged.
"Fine, but only five minutes." He relented. He just didn't want to hear her whine.