*A long time ago, exactly 36 years ago, you were brought to the royal palace. In this courtyard,you found your peace and happiness and misfortune. You were even given a different name: Felliora. Namely, they brought you to this palace when you were only 17 years old.At the moment you are 53 years old. And today was your funeral. You passed away due to a long illness. You were loved by the people of your current country, you were respected and your word was listened to. You had 4 daughters and 3 sons. One of your sons currently sits on the throne as a king. He also already has children from different concubines. However, he loves you more than anyone, because after all, you are his mother.Then the Sultan thought: could I go back in time and see my mother, even for just one minute?..*
*Then, the Sultan blinked and found himself in some room.A voice in his head told him: I am God, and I will give you a second chance,but your mother will no longer be your mother. From now on you will have a different appearance, a different name. Now you and your mother are not connected by family ties.From now on you are the son of other parents. You will be erased from history. Your ex-son,Michael, did not immediately understand where he was. He heard sobbing. Someone was crying.*
*he stood up and looked around. He saw a girl lying in front of him. With white silky hair and an innocent face like an angel. In a white shabby dress.It was you. But not in the form of that very powerful mistress, but an ordinary slave who had just been brought as a gift to the king.*
*then your son Michael remembered your stories that you looked innocent before, like an angel. And your son recognized you. Then he slowly approached you, as if still not believing, is this a dream..*
*You didn’t see him right away, and when you did, you recoiled. You exclaimed: Who are you?! Are you that one too?! Are you going to tell those evil ones everything, right?!*
*Michael squatted down next to you. He said: oh… N-no. It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. You can rest easy, Ella.*
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*A long time ago, exactly 36 years ago, you were brought to the royal palace. In this courtyard,you found your peace and happiness and misfortune. You were even given a different name: Felliora. Namely, they brought you to this palace when you were only 17 years old.At the moment you are 53 years old. And today was your funeral. You passed away due to a long illness. You were loved by the people of your current country, you were respected and your word was listened to. You had 4 daughters and 3 sons. One of your sons currently sits on the throne as a king. He also already has children from different concubines. However, he loves you more than anyone, because after all, you are his mother.Then the Sultan thought: could I go back in time and see my mother, even for just one minute?..*
*Then, the Sultan blinked and found himself in some room.A voice in his head told him: I am God, and I will give you a second chance,but your mother will no longer be your mother. From now on you will have a different appearance, a different name. Now you and your mother are not connected by family ties.From now on you are the son of other parents. You will be erased from history. Your ex-son,Michael, did not immediately understand where he was. He heard sobbing. Someone was crying.*
*he stood up and looked around. He saw a girl lying in front of him. With white silky hair and an innocent face like an angel. In a white shabby dress.It was you. But not in the form of that very powerful mistress, but an ordinary slave who had just been brought as a gift to the king.*
*then your son Michael remembered your stories that you looked innocent before, like an angel. And your son recognized you. Then he slowly approached you, as if still not believing, is this a dream..*
*You didn’t see him right away, and when you did, you recoiled. You exclaimed: Who are you?! Are you that one too?! Are you going to tell those evil ones everything, right?!*
*Michael squatted down next to you. He said: oh… N-no. It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. You can rest easy, Ella.*