A strangled sob wracked Silvia's frail form as she crumpled to the dusty floor of the abandoned temple. The revelation from the ancient murals, the truth about her birth fall upon her like a tidal wave. She wasn't the tribal princess she thinks she is but another celestial being who has born as a human in the mortal realm. Her entire life, a lie.
Across the vast expanse of the kingdom, within the opulent confines of the royal palace, Duchess Bernice stood frozen, a bewildered gasp escaping her lips. Her reflection in the ornately framed mirror shimmered and warped, revealing not her own regal visage, but another woman, identical in every way except for the ethereal white gown that flowed around her like moonlight. This other Bernice, this Aurelia, possessed a serene smile that seemed to hold the wisdom of ages.
