There wasn't any way Rosalind could deny what she was seeing.
A young girl was also sitting on the Queen's lap with a tiger cub in her arms while the Queen's arm was wrapped around both of them as they smiled for the portrait.
Although Rosalind had been chubbier in the picture, she could still recognize herself, and more importantly, she could recognize the mark on her neck.
Slowly, she lifted her hand and touched her own neck, feeling that same mark beneath her fingers while her breathing grew uneven.
This wasn't her jumping to conclusions or forcing herself to see something that wasn't there. This wasn't based on feelings, wishes, or assumptions.
This was evidence.
Real evidence.
