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A Royal Fortune
Helio’s POV The fork thing poked at some memory from too long ago. Seeing Cindra with those kids had shaken me, but more than that, the whole experience had pricked at something in me that didn’t have anything to do with Cindra. Sure, seeing her surrounded by kids who adored her made me wonder if I knew Cindra at all. To me, she was the quiet, meek little mouse always making a fool of herself, but she’d been vibrant, capable, and assertive—relatable in the way my father meant for us to be when we went out into the village. Something about her interactions with the children was breathtakingly real. She had been fearless and warm, laughing and talking with them. She cared about them and found peace with them even though those kids had nothing and would likely never have anything. Walk
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