Page 89 of Royal Lies

Finally rule number three, the magic of the realm must be linked to the source. If the blood is too diluted then the blood is tainted. Each court had a ruling class, whether it be Mermaids or Wolves, Griffins or Chimera, Sphinxes or Phoenix es. They must contain the blood of the realm. Which was another reason why the girl or her sister had to take the crown.

The girl and boy had a nice chat, or so the girl thinks before her friend came storming around searching for her through the garden of the desert castle. That was when the idea hit the girl.Why did she have to suffer alone? Why not teach the redhead a lesson only she could map out? So she plastered herself to her friend's younger brother, tears streaming down her face as if shehadbeen crying all that time. Just as she had calculated the young boy with his calculating eyes played along with her little scheme.

Oh, how the girl liked this boy.She loved those who played along and grasped the situation without having to be told much.

Soon enough her friend seized six lands in her name from the red-headed bastard. That will show him not to mess with the girl. Who did he think he was to just dump her like that, favor or not. It didn't mean the girl couldn't seek retribution for the bargain.

The clouds swirled wrapping around the girl and her friend before everything faded once more....

The boy wouldn't understand; she knew that but she needed help. So she turned to someone who could aid her in her last attempt, who would understand, hopefully. The girl turned and asked the younger brother of her “dear” friend.

In time they had found her, the girl's birth mother, whom the girl had still held some small tiny shred of hope to reconnect with at the time. So they left in search of the girl's mother and her supposed whereabouts. It was odd how she was able to find her birth mother before her birth father ever could despite his undying longing for her love.

It was this encounter that shifted the girl's delusional mind, her fantasy of ahappy family. After what her birth mother did to the girl, her views on the realm had completely tilted. That night against the pouring rain in that dingy alley behind some shop or another the girl got what she went there for. To extinguish that remaining light of hers.

For she had found her mother or her mother had found her. After months and months of trying to find her mother, she hadfinally sensed her. Maybe it was because of the blood coursing through her body that she found her mother so easily. The girl knew she should have asked more questions but instead, she never questioned, how it was that she was able to find this woman so easily when her sperm donor couldn’t.

She stumbled out into the drizzling rain, its tender wet kisses dripping against her cheeks as she raced down the alley. Into each small dark crevice of the Winter Court.Why did she find her mother in the Winter Court of all places?

Why here?

Again the girl knew she should question this, she knew she should, but she didn't. That was her flaw, she was too driven by her emotions. Clouded by her feelings, by her heart, when it came to these matters. But after this fateful day, she no longer yielded against the strains of her need forfamily, for support. She took what she could get. She learned to never have such foolish hopes again. She trained to be perfect.

Rushing out of the snow-haired boy's research lab, not knowing that the boy had followed her, the girl chased after the remnants of her birth mother’s magic.

There she was. The bright blond-haired girl's mother, her glowing golden waves such a contrast to the woman's midnight navy blue hair in the middle of the cobble-stoned alley. The woman’s hair was like that of a bird, ready to flee, each strand stood up in the air like how the girl would look when she was using too much magic. If the girl's eyes were like the radiant glow of the suns when shone, the woman’s were like the light of the moon guiding sailors to their doom. The mother and daughter duo couldn't look more different but for the curves of their full slightly heart-shaped lips that seemed almost ripe for the picking and their round plump cheeks.

The girl knew she should have shared more features with the woman, who was her birth mother, but the girl didn't want to.She preferred the adored features of her true mother, the queen. Her true mother was loved by all, admired by many, and above allshenever abandoned the girl.

Still, the girlfoolishlyhoped that maybe one day the woman would be able to become her mother again.

The girl needed that part of her to die.

"Mother," the girl whispered as the woman, who seemed no older nor younger than the girl herself, frowned.

"What areyoudoing here?" Her words were as sharp as the beak of a bird, but that didn’t deter the girl.

"I-I was just," answered the girl, trying for all in the world to sound confident. But, the only sound that left her was of an abandoned damaged little girl. The weak, fragile doll, everyone thought she was. The saintess with no real dignity.

The woman narrowed her eyes as if in disgust, muttering to herself, "She told me she'd keep you away."

"Well, what?" The woman asked more loudly this time as she glared daggers back at the girl. Her ire could be felt a mile away. The woman had been annoyed by this mere conversation, by the girl's audacity to find her. As if the womanhadn'tgiven birth to the girl standing but ten feet before her.

"I-I," the girl stuttered, having forgotten what she craved to ask, for she saw it, their resemblance, and their power.

The girl's mother was powerful too, for she also had a great destiny before her. Unfortunately, fate was never kind to the girl and the Fae Realm was even worse than fate.

"We want to know why you left her," the snow-haired boy spoke for the girl, who was too in shock to speak. The boy threw back those very daggers at the woman, his eyes just as full of animosity towards the woman who had given birth to the girl he loved. The snow-haired boy never understoodhowthe girl could love a fae like the woman before them, but he also knewwhyshe would. If that made any sense.

"Left her? I neverwantedher in the first place. She is amonster, just look at her; she can't even control her powers," the woman sneered, her nose scrunched in disgust as the girl felt around herself, stretching her magic, only to find it was already extended. Encircling her in a shower of golden light.

How, when?The girl was puzzled; she didn't remember putting out so much magic.

Staring down at the small puddle below her mud-soaked feet, the girl realized her eyes had been glowing, and not completely with the golden hue she had intended to exhibit for her eyes. Blinking rapidly she quickly changed her irises back, to resemble that of the Griffin Queen's. The girl couldn't lose control, she just couldn't. She has to show her worth to her birth mother, because then maybe just maybe she might stay.

The woman scoffed more, "I nearly died because of thisurchin. She should haveneverbeen born; she is an abomination to all races. I should havesuffocatedher before her first breaths."

The girl couldn't hear the boy's words as she stared at herself in the puddle below her; her eyes, why weren't they changing back? They had to, she had to make them. Wet droplets kept dripping down rippling at the puddle below her feet. Were they her tears or was it the rain? The girl couldn't tell.

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