Prolog
~ 27th August 1870 ~
Tears ran down her face as she sat in her chair silently and looked out of the window. All the flowers opened and bowed their blossoms to the sunrise.
Her husband shuts the door of their manor without a sound. All the servants were still sleeping as he walked upstairs to her. Her shoulders twitched while she was sobbing. He could'nt bear this pain anymore. Both of them felt like dying.
"D-Do you think we have done the right thing? I mean... I-i couldn't say...", he asked her whispering. She twitched with her shoulders.
"All we can do is wait and pray... pray for her." - "Pray? We need to think outside the box now."
"I can't think right now." He pulled her in a longlasting hug and let her cry. A few minutes later their butler Tanaka came around the corner and saw them.
"You... know what to do." the man said as he looked to him. Tanaka nodded silently and went away.
Three days later they sat up a grave for their beloved, stillborn daughter.
