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What was left of the Aston family was mostly located further north. Had she truly wanted to return to a family she might have gone there, but even now, she detested them. There was a large part of Aurèle that believed them responsible for how she had turned out. She equally blamed them for her weak and stupid siblings, though there was no doubt in her that Tayui had far more booksmarts then she ever would. This did not matter. She had grown stronger and produced a son that far outclassed her sister’s children. While Atilla was cocky, he was not at all prepared to survive without manipulating his way to fortune.
A fire, of course, one that had driven them south. She had recalled Tayui perhaps mentioning this but it was trivial and not worth her time. “Ah, such is the way of things, eh?” A shrug, dismissing the sorrow and memories that meant nothing to her. “I did see your boy a few days ago. He’s growing up quite well. Where are the other ones?” The chocolate girl she remembered, and the gray boy, and a second girl who had reminded her remarkably of her (other) stupid brother.
