16. Betrayal
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The image of my mother driving a knife through my father's chest immediately fades away and we were back to the hall. My father took his seat on his throne once more.
"It is quite devastating, is it not?" He said straightforwardly, I composed myself though my heart bled, the betrayal was eating me too deep, it felt like a dream, it felt like a lie but deep down I knew it was not but why would my mother do this?, it made no sense, this had to be a lie.
"This is a lie" I said confidently, I have to defend her honor, my mother could not deceive me this way, she loved me too much to lie to me about my father, this was a cohort made by this invader before me.
"Is it?” he hissed, his face contorted into a frown "You want it to be a lie so you try to convince yoursel
