VIOLET POV
"The drink," I repeated, knowing full well that I had started feeling the liquid's movement immediately after taking a sip.
"You know what? Just rest. I'll have someone attend to you. I need to take care of this," my dad said, referring to the chaos outside.
I nodded, my heart still pounding frantically. I was trying-desperately-to process what he had just revealed. The fact that I was a Valenwood.
I was really hoping it would all make sense. No matter how hard I tried to piece the chessboard together, I couldn't.
I have the purest form of power? Let all of this make sense. I'm trying to process the fact that I was practically standing on that gala podium, and everyone was bowing to me. The chandelier was shaking for me.
I'm trying to process all of this.
Could this be a
