Rebirth Of The Evil Queen

Chapter Six

The days went by, and as they neared the capital, Selene's adoptive father sensed that she had something on her mind. Because they were traveling, she didn't have a chance to dye her hair black, and her silver hair, although still short, had returned to its natural color. She was aware of the things the maids whispered behind her back, but she didn't care. To her, Selene was dead, and she was Ophelia.

Her thoughts were a turbulent mix of anticipation, dread, and determination. She knew that stepping into the capital with her distinctive silver hair would draw attention. It was a feature too unique to be overlooked, especially by those who knew her past.

As they made camp for the night just outside the capital, her adoptive father approached her, his eyes filled with concern. "You seem troubled, Ophelia," he said gently, using the name she preferred. "What's on your mind?"

Selene looked up from where she was stoking the fire. "I'm thinking about what awaits us in the capital," she admitted. "I can't help but worry about what will happen when people recognize me."

Her adoptive father nodded, sitting down beside her. "I understand your concerns. But you are strong, and I am here to support you. Whatever happens, we will face it together."

Selene appreciated his words, but the doubts and fears lingered. "I don't trust them," she said quietly. "My biological family—they abandoned me when I needed them the most. I don't know what they will do now."

He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You have a new family now, Ophelia. Elias and I will stand by you. And if your biological family can't accept that, then they don't deserve you."

“Thank you Father”, she smiled and said.

“But don't you miss it? You were Queen a position above all and only below the king”, he asked the question that had been in his mind.

“No”, she said and her adoptive father nodded in understanding.

The next morning, the group prepared for the final leg of their journey. Selene’s silver hair caught the morning light, glinting like precious metal. Elias couldn't take his eyes off his mother, now that her hair was no longer black like his he realized she looked a lot like Duke Harren and General Rhys but when he asked her she told him to not pry into matters of grown-ups and he always listens to her.