47AuraAura flung out her arms as the dark clouds fell about the room. She looked at the spot were Gossamer had just been standing seconds ago in her mother’s chambers.
What have I done? This is my fault.
“No!” she shouted, a snarl appearing on her face.
It was their fault! If they had just let me come back and make sure I didn’t survive my birth, the curse . . . the curse would’ve never been.
A whimper silenced her thoughts. She froze. The whine came again. Aura stood and gazed around the room. It came again from the corner. She stepped over the bodies and knelt next to a dead lady-in-waiting. She turned her over. Trapped beneath her was a bundle of blankets. A little hand reached up from the center.
Aura gasped and picked up the bundle. She moved a corner of the blanket back, reveali
