Here's another piece of Davidina, who I've posted about before two years ago. Don't worry about the name, I found the name while looking through a list of names, and it got my attention, and I felt that it would make a good name. This piece is set a while before previous post. I hope you'll enjoy this piece.
Davidina sat beside her father Frederick Boak in what felt like their hundredth hotel room of their world wide tour. He was all for going to bed, but she wasn't to let him escape again.
"father, tell me about mother."
"Oh not again my dear." Frederick groaned, "I'm tried."
"Please father."
"Why do you want to know?"
"You don't talk about her. All you've ever said is that you both were forced to separate, you love her and you hope she loves you back."
"What more can I say?"
"Her name, her family and why she isn't with us."
"It's complicated my dear."
"How is it? A simply love story, how more complicated can it be?"
"You may not understand."
"Why can'n I be the judge of that?"
"Because I lived it, not you." Frederick answered. "You just got caught in the middle."
"Father please tell me."
"Why rake the past?"
"The past is always raked up I've heard. Please."
Frederick sighed. "Fine then, but promise not to tell anyone."
"I promise father."
I hope that you've enjoyed this piece. I hope to post again soon.
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