Emily’s POV
The woman stood before me, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and desperation. "I've already informed everyone downstairs," she declared, lifting her blouse to reveal a birthmark strikingly similar to mine. A fresh scar adorned her left ear, eerily mirroring the one I'd borne since childhood. "I showed the Queen. She asked me to bring you."
Without waiting for a response, she turned and exited the room.
My heart pounded as I followed her down the grand staircase. The opulent sitting room was filled with familiar faces: King Thorne, Queen Seraphina, Wilson, Ethan, and several elders whose identities eluded me. The atmosphere was thick with tension, eyes darting between me and the woman.
Wilson's voice sliced through the silence. "Mom, I told you she’s not the real one.
