The Queen's Confession

Clara

“You’re not my mother?” I whisper, my voice positively tiny.

Looking at Vance, it makes sense. She’s tall and willowy, with black hair, olive skin and dark eyes – just about my polar opposite. I’m recalling Alden telling me that I don’t resemble her or Alaric, so I must take after the Goddess, but I didn’t truly understand how great the dissimilarity was until this moment. It seems a silly