Livia's face hardened, she gathered herself, relied on the last drops of her courage to face her father. She knew it will come to her sooner or later. What was he up to do? Would he kill her?
Her life was not like the princess in fairy tales, they were lies to show how pampered the princess was and all of them were shown as angels, waiting to be survived by prince charming but she earned power all on her own and now it was her son's turn to take it. She didn't want him to live like a simple villager.
"You know about the truth, father, and how sharp and fetal it is, just don't play with me. Nothing can slip your sight, it never happened. You know that I have a son. A son that was taken from me."
"Why did Miguel hide him? You are fabricating everything to yourself."
"He hates the castle, the strict laws that your fathers brought."
The King sighed, she had left no way for herself to return.
