There was a sudden uproar. Everyone yelling that a stranger cannot just come here and say they are the rightful heir. “The Underwood’s have been dead for many years,” One nobleman yelled. “She does have the resemblance,” A woman pointed out. “We’re better off with them dead,” Another person yelled. “They knew dark magic,” Someone else yelled. I stood at the front of the church listening to everyone yell and scream, and some even whispered. The archbishop, King, and Queen were discussing right behind me as if I could not hear them. Claire was red in the face from anger, and Callan tried to soothe his new bride. “She can’t just come in here and do this to me!” Claire yelled. My brother was worried that I may do something horrible with the influx of anger and confusion towards me. “Althea
