"Mother!" Morava shouted, bringing Sirrah back to the present. "How is it possible that that slave girl is the true heir? I knew Father had a mate, which he rejected, but why hadn't you ever mentioned her child? How did the child survive? You told me long back that the fae woman had left on her own and then was hunted down by the locals for practicing black magic, what is it that I am missing?" She picked up another porcelain flower vase and threw it against the wall, roaring with anger.
Will Biham allow Lusitania to leave?
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!