"This... Father, with all due respect, this is insane," Theora scoffed. "Everything I've just heard is already crazy enough, but..."
"Do you not believe me?"
She let out a heavy sigh. She shouldn't have believed him because a lot of it sounded far too insane. It was a lot to take in all at once. But there was Augusta. Her damn bird, who she had watched fly for ten years with a speed that defied all logic. Just because Theora had stopped trying to explain it, didn't make it any less real or impossible. She looked back at Blanche's portrait. So she and Queen Milena had yet another thing in common... Some strange pet with an uncanny ability.
"It doesn't have to be me, does it?" Theora frowned, turning back to her father. "Who he... imprints on. It was my blood, but it doesn't have to be
