"We don't have much time, they are expecting me for breakfast, so please hurry up with whatever you want to say and then leave," Eliara said impatiently.
Lord Rahn smiled cooly and sat across from Eliana in one of the armchairs. "Well then, there is no easy way to say this: you are my great-niece." She stopped breathing, and he looked at her, searching her eyes for confirmation. Was he being serious?
"I understand this information comes as a shock to you, and you probably won't believe me at first, but I have brought pictures of your mother, the resemblance is uncanny." He said while pulling out said pictures. Putting them on the sofa table, he spread them out so that Eliana could see them clearly.
It couldn't be. The woman in the picture looked just like the one in her dreams, Liora. That didn't make any sense. How was she a descendant of the former Paxon Royal family? They all had been killed; they would have never left her alive…
