Lady Yvon's face did not change. She averted her daughter's gaze, refusing to look at the King in her eyes. As a mother, she wanted nothing more than to see her child succeed and to protect him at all costs.
"Your Majesty, I apologize for the trouble my son, Grand Advisor Eskyl had caused. I assure you, that he did not mean to say that," she pleaded.
This was not the response Sylvy had expected. Knowing her mother, she would fight her tooth and nail for her precious son. Yet now she had lowered herself from her usual high horse to beg for forgiveness.
This change for the better felt nothing more than like a facade. Sylvy was having none of it. For years and years, she had told herself that her mother loved her. She lied to herself that her mother loved her equally as she loved her brother.
They were both her children, yet the love Lady Yvon had for her children was imbalanced. Sylvy's resolve shattered in that instant.
