Andria's POV
They pretended to stand with the palace as a noble and prestigious family, but in hindsight, they wanted power, anything to have the threshold of agriculture under their grip.
I swallowed hard.
"Come closer," she said, putting her fingers up and directing them towards herself.
I scooted near her, bringing my ear closer as if she was trying to tell me a secret, and I was very anxious to hear it.
"Raise your shirt," she demanded. Her command felt strange, but I had no other choice but to obey her.
I pulled my shirt up, and her eyes darted to the mark below my breasts. I've always wondered what that inscription meant, and even now, I wonder why she stared at it.
"That there," she said, pointing at the mark, "is the only reason they can find out that you are the forsaken child."
"But Sir Kaelric has seen it. He doesn't seem to recognise, nor does Aven," I responded quickly.
