Fiore sat with Demeter in the dimly lit room, the weight of her words hanging in the air. The moonlight cast soft shadows across their faces as Fiore prepared herself to reveal everything. She couldn’t hide the truth from her sister any longer. Demeter deserved to know.
With a steady breath, Fiore began. She told Demeter everything—the truth about her real mother, her perilous trip to the North, the brewing war, Reginald’s manipulations, and their father’s dark secrets. Each revelation came out like a dam breaking, the weight of it lifting slightly as Fiore spoke, but growing heavier as she saw Demeter’s face pale in shock and disbelief. She watched her sister closely, knowing the truth would shatter the illusion Demeter had held onto for so long.
Lance, sensing the heaviness of the conv
