Emily’s POV
It felt like all the voices inside the room were tuned out. My skin felt tight and goosebumps flickered sprawling and crawling on my skin.
I was lost until the queen called me again.
“Emily!” She said, shaking me off.
“Yes, yes?” I said. My voice sounded like a trickling water tap that started to lose its water.
“She said your father. I thought you didn’t have one.” She said, hitting those exact words on my face.
I muttered, of course, coerced back from an escape where all the voices disappeared, but now I was standing before the queen and I sure had to give her an answer. I didn’t care, I was going to tell her exactly who that was and hope she didn’t stop liking me.
“My queen, it’s complicated.. he- he is my stepfather. Please, I will explain everything once I am back.”
