Thirteen:
I was extremely satisfied not to have to dreamscape the entire intimate commingling of my parents. My mind spun as I learned many new mysteries this night.
“Where did your mind take ye?”
Morgana asked. I looked up into her eyes. She’d laid me across her lap. I blinked my eyes as if to determine if I was still dreaming.
“Apparently, my mum lied to me about her age. Tell me, how is it a princess of Britannia could possibly disappear from her official birth? How do all the court Vampyrs not know their history?”
I asked, and Morgana sniffed.
“Gods can alter memories. Add geas commands, and enough natural time passing, that will naturally purge the history as desired.”
I frowned and nodded at this. My mum had sacrificed everything for her convictions.
“One other question be
