Dawning Realizations

The night had unfurled in a series of vivid dreams, each one a rich tableau woven with threads of the past and the uncertain future. Andromeda stirred, her eyes fluttering open to the soft, early light filtering through the curtains. A slight frown marred her small face as the remnants of her dreams clung to her thoughts like cobwebs, but she quickly composed her expressions.

Last night had been an unusual one. The stroll in the garden, the stories of constellations, and the warmth shared with her parents were like fragile dreamscape fragments, a stark contrast to the usual grim thoughts that consumed her. Her heart felt lighter, yet the weight of her responsibilities still clung to her like a shadow. It was as if a new melody had entered the orchestra of her life, and she was uncertain how to harmonize it with the familiar notes of vengeance and ambition.

Throwing off the covers, Andromeda rose from her ornate bed, the patterns of her dream still etched in her memory. She glanced out the window at the early morning sky, a canvas of soft pinks and oranges that hinted at the promise of a new day.

By the habit of years, she was accustomed to waking early, a trait she had grown accustomed to as the commander of Phoenix Squad. It was a time when the palace was shrouded in silence, and the world outside would feel as if it was hushed in its own contemplation. She would often spend these quiet moments in introspection, strategizing her next moves, and just letting the silence reign on, uncaring.

Today, however, was different. The warmth of the previous evening lingered, a reminder of the love that still existed within these walls. Andromeda yearned to be a part of that warmth, to share in the newfound connection with her parents.

With a sense of purpose, she summoned her trusted maid, Dennis, who had been by her side for as long as she could remember. The loyal servant entered quietly and Andromeda preferred the silence over anything. She didn't liked to be talk to unless she gave permission.

"Dennis," Andromeda began softly, her voice a whisper of intention, laden with the endearing huskiness of a child's voice. "I would appreciate your assistance in preparing for the day. I wish to join my parents for breakfast."

Dennis nodded in understanding, her steady gaze reflecting the unwavering loyalty she held for her mistress. "Of course, Princess. I will assist you in preparing for the day."

As they began the ritual of dressing and grooming, Andromeda's mind buzzed with thoughts. She couldn't deny the allure of the newfound bond with her parents, but she also couldn't forget the mission that had defined her existence for so long. She still hadn't found her answer regarding her father. To save him or to let him die, so the things would resume in same pattern. She wasn't attached to him yet so it would work out as well but, would it really change everything if she kept one person alive for her mother's sake?

Yet, in this moment, as she looked in the mirror and saw a reflection that seemed softer, less burdened, she couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to reconcile the two worlds that tugged at her heart—the world of duty and the world of family.

With Dennis's help, she was soon ready for the day, her attire impeccable and her expression composed. The past night's experiences had sparked a desire within her—a desire to understand her mother, to connect with her father's memory, and to explore the possibilities of a better, happier ending for herself and the people she held dear. Perhaps, if she treaded carefully, it just might be careful.

As she descended the palace stairs, the scent of breakfast wafting through the air, she felt a sense of anticipation building within her. The dawning light outside mirrored the awakening realizations within her heart.

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Andromeda descended the grand staircase in her pastel yellow frock, the soft hue complementing her vibrant red hair. Her parents would be surprised to see her at this hour, but she couldn't resist the pull to join them. It felt like an unspoken ritual, and despite her fuzzy memories of past mornings, she was determined to embrace this newfound connection.

The dining room was bathed in the gentle morning light, its ambiance more welcoming than she could have ever imagined. Her mother, the Duchess, was already seated at the head of the table, an elegant vision in her regal attire. Her eyes, as always, carried a depth of wisdom and a hint of reserved warmth.

Andromeda approached, her heart racing, yet the scene felt oddly familiar. As if she had done this many times before, although her memories remained elusive.

The Duchess extended her hand, a smile gracing her lips. "Andromeda, my dear," she said in a tone that suggested a well-practiced morning greeting, "come here."

It was a simple gesture, a morning kiss exchanged between mother and daughter. Andromeda leaned in, feeling the warmth of her mother's affection. The familiarity of the moment was striking, and she couldn't help but wonder how different her mother was now, with her father by her side.

She greeted her father as well, a nod of acknowledgment that held both respect and love. It was a moment of unity, and the breakfast table felt like the heart of their home.

Her father, the Duke, noticed her early awakening. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he spoke. "Andromeda, my dear, it seems you've inherited my early rising habit. I trust you had a restful night?"

Andromeda nodded, a faint blush gracing her cheeks as she assumed her role as a lovely 9 years old child, not even flinching slightly. "Yes, Father. Last night was... different."

The Duchess, ever perceptive, joined the conversation. "Different in a good way, I hope?"

Andromeda's gaze met her mother's, her heart stirring with newfound hope. "Yes, Mother. It was."

The Duchess, leaning forward slightly, conveyed her next message. "Andromeda, today is an important day. Your teacher, Lady Sylvette, will be returning. After your lessons, please come to the indoor training room."

Andromeda nodded in understanding as she thought about Lady Sylvette LeBlanc, who hailed from a family of highly intellectual individuals known for leading research on elementals and their limitations. They were also the very family that had discovered the method to seal elemental powers, playing a crucial role in the sealing of Andromeda's core. Her thoughts churned with a mixture of emotions, and the warmth in her heart dissipated, replaced by a seething fury.

'Sylvette LeBlanc,' she mused silently. A woman who had once fallen for Antioch's charms, and in her love-blinded state, had seemingly forsaken her intellectual pride, her family and her morals. Andromeda's fury burned brighter as she recalled how Antioch had exploited Lady Sylvette's feelings for him, manipulating her into surrendering the research on sealing the Pyrospiria, the fire core. It was a betrayal on multiple fronts, both intellectual and personal.

'Oh Sylvette… What shall I do to you? Just how should I kill you?'

Andromeda's thoughts were consumed by the darkness of her anger, and her determination to remove Lady Sylvette from her sight was unwavering. She had no reservations. She was going to destroy Sylvette and kill her in the most vicious of ways. The darkness seeped out of her in waves and unknown to her, her parents with keen sensed, sensed it, but thought that perhaps it was Ilmestys at action once more.

The Duke, offered reassurance. "Andromeda, until we find a teacher who can guide you in controlling your emotions, your mother and I will be your instructors. We're here to support you every step of the way."

Andromeda gazed at her parents, trying to get her blood lust under control. Perhaps it was because her body had changed but she was having hard time adjusting few things. But it was hardly an issue for someone like her.

Andromeda smiled warmly at her parents, feeling a sense of belonging that was still somewhat foreign to her. "Thank you, Mother, Father. I appreciate your support."

The Duchess nodded in response, her tone gentle yet cool and composed, as always. "You are most welcome, Andromeda. We are here to ensure your success."

As breakfast continued, the Duchess broached another matter. "Andromeda, there is a parlor scheduled for next week. After your lessons that day, I expect you to attend."

Andromeda's curiosity was piqued. "A parlor, Mother?"

The Duchess nodded, her demeanor as regal as ever. "Indeed. It is an opportunity for you to socialize and make new acquaintances. If you require a new dress or anything else for the occasion, do not hesitate to inform me."

Andromeda appreciated the offer, though the Duchess's tone remained cool and composed. "Thank you, Mother. I will keep that in mind."

Breakfast concluded with the Duke bidding farewell for the day, his duties as ruler calling him to the affairs of the realm. The Duchess, on the other hand, retreated to her office, where a stack of documents awaited her attention.

Andromeda though had other important plans. She needed to prepare a warm welcome for her dear Sylvette.