{Elira}
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Cambria's words struck deeper than I expected. It's not that I haven't thought about things from this angle before.
I had done that and still had no answers because the right person to have posed that question to, my parents, were late. But there was still uncle Marc who I hadn't had the opportunity to meet since after discovering my mother's regal identity.
Regardless, I forced myself to keep my composure and answered the question truthfully. "I've asked myself that question more times than I can count," I admitted quietly. "And I still don't have an answer."
Their eyes stayed fixed on me, the weight of their concern and confusion almost unbearable.
"Maybe…" Juniper's voice was softer now, but a little hesitant. "Maybe there's something more to it. Maybe you are not what you think you are."
Her words sent a faint chill through me, echoing the very doubts I had buried deep.
