History...
"You do not mean this." Nyla's legs wobbled as she stepped backwards, tilting her head to the side. "You're wrong. I am from the Sivien Empire. I couldn't have been with you for those years. How is it possible I'm still living."
Nyla bent over her knees, one hand over her stomach, easing the yank there, while squeezing her face in turmoil. Her other hand was outstretched to balance her. She steadied her ragged breathing, and tears swam out of her eyes. Hearing her history and the only tie to her family was killed by someone she worshipped for so long.
