Aeris pov
As we continued walking through the garden, the cool breeze calming my otherwise frantic thoughts, a memory hit me. Joseph’s final words echoed in my mind. He mentioned my father, I recalled, my voice faltering. “Before he took his last breath... he said my father was the key to finding my true identity. But how? Father’s been dead for months.”
Caspian, walking beside me, stopped and turned to face me. His eyes narrowed, reflecting the concern he felt. “That doesn’t make sense,” he murmured, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Joseph knew the former king was dead. But maybe there’s more to this... something hidden.”
I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling beneath my skin. “Exactly! It’s confusing. How could he say such a thing when my father’s no longer alive? Joseph is gone too
