"You no longer have a mother. She died while giving birth to you, but your father is indeed the current king. If you want, you can ask him—"
"No! I don't want to! Let's leave!" she said with her tears not stopping. "The ones who had abandoned me and wanted me dead, I don't want to even see them! Let's go, Draven!"
"You don't want to meet your family? You have a father, a step mother and half-brothers."
"No, I don't. I don't want to have anything to do with them. If they were a poor family or a fallen family, I could have tried to understand their difficulties, but it seemed like I was thrown away on purpose."
"Maybe you want to question them—"
"N-No, I don't…" she sobbed harder, her shoulders trembling as she remembered what kind of life she had experienced.
How much pain she had gone through, struggling to survive, while her family was living a life of luxury. Maybe they had forgotten her. Maybe no one even remembered her.
