Amaya continued to remain at the back of the gathering. She felt strangely out of place, even among people she recognized. She hugged herself, and continued to remain silent.
Until someone was suddenly acknowledging her. At least, she thought they were. They called her Hawthorne. She wasn't a royal, she wasn't married to the royals. And yet, this soldier called her princess.
She was about to reply to that fact when the woman standing with the man expressed exactly what Amaya was thinking. But he refuted that, and then said that she was a Royal's late wife. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. She'd been dead? How long? If she was dead, then how was she alive now?
She took a step back and shook her head. Her voice came out as a soft whisper. "I'm not a royal. I'm not dead...the...the last thing I remember is Ursa bringing me in from the cold. I'm just a servant, nothing special."
Now she was nervous. What happened? What did she miss?
Until someone was suddenly acknowledging her. At least, she thought they were. They called her Hawthorne. She wasn't a royal, she wasn't married to the royals. And yet, this soldier called her princess.
She was about to reply to that fact when the woman standing with the man expressed exactly what Amaya was thinking. But he refuted that, and then said that she was a Royal's late wife. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. She'd been dead? How long? If she was dead, then how was she alive now?
She took a step back and shook her head. Her voice came out as a soft whisper. "I'm not a royal. I'm not dead...the...the last thing I remember is Ursa bringing me in from the cold. I'm just a servant, nothing special."
Now she was nervous. What happened? What did she miss?
