The Darklake Heir

MAEVIA

I stood frozen while staring at the portrait in Dane's hands. My chest tightened as I looked at the woman beside Soren wearing royal Darklake clothing.

It was my mother.

The same soft eyes I remembered stared back at me from the painting. Her dark hair rested over her shoulders while silver embroidery lined the heavy northern robes around her body.

I could not make sense of it.

The woman I