Elijah:
"Have you been chatting with mom?" I approached her and seized her by the arm. She attempted to break free, but she was weak and pitiful. That was the truth about her. She didn't deserve to be a king’s daughter. I was the only one who was just like the king, strong willed and powerful.
"N—o!" She meekly shook her head, struggling to form a complete sentence in my presence.
"Then why are you hanging around outside her door?" I glared her down, gazing at the door and noticing someone behind it.
"Elijah? My baby?" Hearing my mom's voice after days sent shivers down my spine. For a moment, all I wanted was to open the door and hop onto her lap. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.
"I'm not your baby," I shouted, sticking my tongue out in anger at the door, even though my mother
