AVA
After dinner, my new King Consorts joined me in my parents’ living room with tea and cake. Mum and dad looked nervous, really nervous.
I put my plate back on the coffee table, cake half eaten.
“Mum, dad,” I whispered. “What’s going on?”
“Ava… I’m sorry we kept things from you… but I promise, we’ll tell you everything now.” Mum was almost crying as she spoke.
When they felt my aura start to suffocate the room, Oscar and Callum took my hands, calming me instantly.
I took a deep breath, before sitting back and nodding for her to start.
“The first thing, sweetie, is your name. When you came here, we started using a shortened version of your name to make it easier to keep you safe. You go by Ava Wright, but you were born Avelina Wroblewski.”
“I knew that,” I whispered. “Artemis told
