Chapter 150: They are all females
With fearful, slow steps she moved towards the raised platform where the thrones were, taking note of the other small thrones sculpted on his left side.
Was that her mother’s?
She also didn’t fail to notice how difficult it was for the king to move his hands, and other parts of his body. It was like he was glued to the throne.
Once she got close to the levated platform, she paused, taking deep breaths before she asked,
"I have so many questions... " She blinked, tears falling bitterly down her face. "How am I still alive to begin with?"
The man’s heart clenched in pain seeing his beloved daughter cry. He wanted to embrace her and wipe her tears, but he couldn’t, and that made his seething anger amplify.
"You’re in pain... I not only see that Fiona. I can feel it. You’ve been betrayed by the one you thought would never harm you."
She scoffed.
"Really? Then if that’s that... how come I’m meeting my father for the first time since I was born," She glared up at him in a defiant boldness that surprised even him. "If you really could feel my pain... then why," her tears rolled down her cheeks in thin streams of water. "Why did you let me live my entire life based on a lie."
The man tried to lift his hands, and she saw how difficult it was for him to fulfill such a simple task as lifting his own hands.
"You think I wouldn’t have found you and brought you here to live amongst us if I had the slightest chance?"