Hope's Point of View
"I know exactly who you are, my dearest girl. The question is, do you know who you are?" Bethany was smiling at me like I was a precious and cherished child. No one had ever looked at me like that before. It actually made me feel slightly uncomfortable. Why would anyone as revered as her be looking at me in this way?
Her look of love turned to pity and I remembered that she could read my thoughts. s**t! I didn't want her to look at me like that, so I answered her question honestly.
"I haven't got a clue, your majesty."
"Oh Hope, please don't concern yourself with formalities when you are with me. We are family."
"We are? I'm related to you?" How was that possible? We couldn't look any different if we tried. Well, except maybe for our skin colour. Alth
