It had been a while since Rania had last been in London, and she was unsure how she felt being back. She was left to stay in hotels, as it had been over a century since her family had last resided in England at all, and therefore no longer had any holdings.
She stumbled across a young man, who seemed out of sorts, and begged her to rescue a young woman he was in love with from her guardian. Rania naturally listened, her mother’s instincts telling her that this young woman was truly in need of a mother’s love. She got as much information as she could before silently plotting and proceeding on her way.
When she approached the house the young man had told her was where the young woman, Johanna, lived, she looked up and saw a beautiful girl, a handful of years older than her son back home, sitting in the window.
The neighbourhood was wealthy, and clearly the young man did not fit with the surroundings, and so luckily she did. She approached the door and knocked lightly. She only hoped that she could rescue young Johanna from the cage that was keeping her from happiness and a boy who loved her.
Love was a wonderful thing, and not having those that you belong with was just as bad, if not worse, than losing them. It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
