Time stopped for Leonor as soon as the words left the King's lips.
An overwhelming urge to reach into the past and tightly squeeze the little girl who would stare at herself in the mirror, wishing she had her mother's greyish purple eyes or her father's lighter complexion so she would feel like she belonged. Especially after her mother passed away, there was no one around who looked like her.
Her feelings were valid considering she was treated like an outsider as well. Was there really a possibility that she had been illegitimate and the man she considered to be her father for so long was right in his suspicions?
Leonor felt miserable. She wished her mother was around to explain to her what had happened. All she knew was that her mother loved someone else. Was he truly the man who approached her in the palace that day? The man with the blue eyes that, Leonor was finally realizing, looked a whole lot like her own.
