Ella
I’m staring at Sinclair in utter shock, wishing I could unhear the words that just came out of his mouth.
“You’re saying that my father is King Xavier?” I gape, all the joy from the last hour slipping away. “The King who died without an heir and led to your father’s campaign against Damon’s? The one who killed your mother?”
“We don’t know for sure that he killed my mother.” Sinclair soothes, “And even if he did, it’s not as though that changes anything.”
“It means that my father is a murderer – a dead murderer!” I cry, feeling my stomach rise into my throat. “It means he ruled over the city where I grew up in terrible conditions and never… never did anything to make sure I was alright.”
It hadn’t even occurred to me that the Goddess’s tale essentially made me a Princess. I’d latc
