As Diana stood in the grand hall, her gaze fixed upon the portrait of her mother. The image captured her mother's essence, her youthful beauty frozen in time. Diana found herself drawn to the resemblance between them. A pang of longing swept through Diana as she imagined what it would have been like to know her mother, to hear her laughter, to feel her embrace.
She couldn't help but wonder about the woman who had given her life.
With a sigh, Diana tore her gaze away from the portrait and made her way to the main entrance of the audience room but stopped short, and then moved to the shadows by the door. The voices of the finfolk washed over her as they filed back into the room.
For a moment, Diana allowed herself to simply listen, it evoked memories of her childhood aboard her father's s
