The first time I spoke to you (Honduras, 1998, Hurricane
Mitch
), a tutelage came from my soul that startled your assistant.
It was spontaneous.
I suppose because I was afraid to make a mess with the formulas (
Your Highness, Eminence, Holiness?
) And because, why are we going to fool ourselves, you were like family.
Since ever.
Since Carmen, the lady who took care of us as children, decided that that blond prince would marry my little sister.
She had four years and other priorities, and then no longer h
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