Remembering Hanna

Ahh, my poor, lonely Hanna. My dear niece, lovely and beautiful to the very end. A spring's courtship blossomed into summer romance, which bore fruit like autumn, only for the suitor to coldly part like winter. You persevered alone to rear your child, only for the king to steal him away, falling victim to an aged fool's selfish ambitions seeking eternal life... The world came crashing down, but I shall remember Hanna forever. Even as I clean the nursing bottle she couldn't heat up for a final time... - From the journal of Cron period records found in the Velia Ossuary -