Eva's POV
I fled through the castle corridors, tears blurring my vision as I grappled with the shocking revelation. Everything I had known about my identity and my family had shattered in an instant.
The weight of Vivianne's words and my mother's silence pressed heavily on my chest.As I reached a quieter part of the castle, I slowed down and leaned against the stone wall, gasping for breath. It was all too much to process.
How could my father, the king, be responsible for abandoning me in the forest on the night of my birth? The man was learning to slowly love.Suddenly, a voice broke through my turmoil.
"Fancy seeing you here," a voice broke through the turmoil of my thoughts.
Vincent stood there with a cold expression
"Evaline," he voice was anything but warm, his tone dripping with contempt.
"Well, isn't it a surprise to see you gracing us with your presence,"
