Part 39
When Elena received the news that she was going to be a grandmother, she wept tears of pure, unadulterated joy. That evening, she sat with Victoria on the terrace of the coastal estate, the sound of the ocean waves crashing gently below them.
"Are you afraid, Victoria?" Elena asked, holding her daughter’s hand.
"Not of the responsibility, Mother," Victoria replied, looking out at the moonlit water. "But I want to ensure she grows up knowing the difference between arrogance and true power. I don't want her to ever mistake her privilege for superiority."
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Elena squeezed her hand tightly.
"She will learn it from you, just as you learned it from me," Elena said, her voice rich with wisdom. "Power is not a weapon to flaunt, Victoria. It is a shield to protect those who cannot protect themselves. As long as the House of Vale remembers that, our name will never fall."
