Wheeling Gull Isle MOTHERS UNITED AGAINST WEED.

Huā listened, and each blow was not only painful, but also true. In the moment, the empress had known she was having a rocky start in learning to lead- but she hadn't realized how many others she'd hurt in the process. With her bias, her nepotism, her tendency to act out on her emotional impulses. And Ruò was not sensitive, certainly not heartbroken, but rather Huā had made a laceration in their bond. With her cousin's stubborn spirit, the siamese was not sure how to heal that, but wanted desperately to keep trying, even if it took weeks, months. 

I'm sorry. 

I was a fool. I made so many mistakes- and I'm still making them now, I know. There's no use in excuses, but I've never been a leader before, and I'm learning on the job. 

I don't want to treat you like I did then in the future. I want to be a better leader for you, and a better friend, and a better relative... And here Huā let her voice trail off as her gaze fell, and she was quiet.