Maple lies in my hands, looking so fragile and weak. She twitches in pain, I'm really afraid she might not be strong enough to bear it. She didn't get a choice, unlike my older brothers' girls. They could choose whether to change or not. Maple didn't. It's not fair for her. Father thought I'd be too cowardly to change her, and that she might persuade me to let her go. So he forced me. And I did do it, while she was unconscious. But she doesn't deserve this. She shouldn't need to go through this. I run my hand through her hair, smooth and silver. Tears stain her face but that doesn't make her any less beautiful. Her power? Light manipulation. I can't bear to see Maple struggle through the pain any longer, so I put her down, and inject anesthetic into her delicate body. She untenses, and the room darkens a little.
Picking Maple up, I carry her into my double bed and tuck her in, before giving her a light peck on the cheek.
"Why don't you go get it?" Maple murmurs in her sleep. I glance back one last time then walk out of the door, closing it quietly after me. Maybe I'll go see Lucien.