Fake Princess
CHAPTERS 101
I grimaced, this is not my favorite Thorvaldor history story, especially since I worried about Luis' ghost for months after hearing his story. “ But she has a daughter,”. “ The girl is still a child, and Luisa doesn't let her be killed like her parents. But he crossed her off from the royal family so as not to be able to claim the throne. I think when he grew up his daughter just felt grateful for being allowed to live, and married a rich merchant named Feidhelm. The Feidhelm family has never caused problems— I'm not even sure anyone remembers who they really are.”
“ But it turns out Melani remembers,” Devan said. “ And he thinks his family should ascend the throne.”
Just as one of the librarians passed by, he walked over while reading. She wasn't staring at us, but I realized how many people might be listening to our conversation. I quickly stood up, tore through the pages of the book, ignoring the shocked expression on Devan's face from seeing me damage the library property. “ We will take him. Who knows? It's an official record, Melani could have come and destroyed it if she thought someone knew the secret. Let's go back to Paula's. We can chat there.”
I waited in the corner while Devan returned the books, then, after staring around the bookshelf to make sure no one was looking, we walked out of the library. Upon entering the corridor, I put on my cloak hood to cover my face. My head was spinning so hard that I barely realized the direction I was heading, but it didn't matter; my feet already knew the way. Melani is Riana's mother.
She used her sister's position as the fortune teller to make a false prophecy, faked the death of her own baby, then traded it for the real princess and traded me for Riana. Do I now have enough evidence to report it to the king and queen? I wanted so badly to tell them that someone else was worried about how to save the kingdom. However, all we have as evidence are a few pieces of paper, and Melani is a friend of the king and queen, the person they consider to be the savior of their child.
As I turned I collided with someone, genealogical paper fell out of my hand while trying not to fall. “I'm sorry,” I said while looking down to pick it up.
I heard Devan sigh sharply and suddenly his hand was already on my arm, pulling me back a few inches closer to him. I straightened up, my eyes on Melani Enderson's face.
“ Melani,” I said stupid. For a moment I felt covered in a thick blanket, then my nerves exploded in a riot of sensations. Run on! Get paper! Be quiet! Don't let him realize something's wrong! Everything is contradictory, and nothing helps. “ I mean. I'm sorry.”
Melani laughed, her voice was like a slow bell, and shook her head. Melani pulled her long black hair back and tied it with a silver pinch that allowed half of her hair to be severed over her back. Green eyes as sharp as spruce leaves and shaded lashes thick. His skin looks tanned and soft, his lips full. Today Melani is not wearing a witch's robe, but rather a long, silk-colored red dress.
Even so, you wouldn't probably not recognize her as a witch. A consternation emanated from him; you could not help but look at him, and hope he smiled at you.
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