My eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. Standing in front of the carriage was my mother. There was no doubt about it: it was her. However, her presence in this place left me completely perplexed. My mother was literally the younger sister, by a year, of the emperor of the empire. Therefore, it would not be surprising at all to say that the blood of the imperial family ran through my veins. But seeing her here, in this context, was completely unexpected.
I watched as her gray eyes scanned Ema's family, pausing especially on her and Lysandra. Their gazes began to glow faintly, and I could feel the intensity of their focus on them. It was evident that something had piqued her interest, and I wondered what thoughts might be passing through her mind at that moment.
