The next morning, Victoria woke up, confused. She couldn't remember what had transpired the previous day. She could still remember being at the palace.
She could remember talking to Queen Eleonora, But, she couldn't remember what exactly she had said to her. In fact, she couldn't recall whether or not she had told her about the curse.
All that she was certain of was that it had been real. That it had actually been a possibility that it would happen to her. She could barely believe it, to be honest.
But, it did make sense. Why wouldn't it? She had seen it with her own eyes. It had actually happened to her mother. And, she could clearly remember how much pain it had caused her mother when it had happened.
And, if it was true... What if it was true?! What if her father was the one who
