Ember
“It’s not his daughter,” I whispered to myself as I sank to the floor. I was watching the king from afar when the little girl ran in and called him uncle. He doesn’t have a child with anyone. Mare rubbed up against me, purring.
I knew she wanted me to show myself to him. But I don’t know if I can. Does it really matter if she isn’t his child? I can't be with him. He is the child of the one person who I hate more than anyone in this world. One I swore to kill.
"I like your kitty," a tiny voice said. I covered my mouth to snuffle the scream of being caught with Mare. My magic had her coated like a calico. I looked up to see the girl I believed to be his daughter staring at me with big blue eyes. She was even cuter up close.
"Could I please pet her?" she asked me, timidly watching
