Morwyn wasted no time. Within the hour, she was back in the archives, this time conducting a highly classified search under the guise of the security audit.
“If Lysandra’s mother was from the court, her sudden absence would have been documented. Even if it was with a false explanation,” Torian reasoned. “If she was a commoner, the trail will be colder.”
My lips pressed together, analyzing the idea that Valerius was her father. If he’d loved Rosariel so much, why father a child with someone else after her disappearance? Unless he did it with ulterior motives in mind? Or perhaps in a moment of grief he’d been taken advantage of? The last one seemed the least likely, but not impossible.
“It was most likely someone Valerius trusted implicitly,” I finally decided, considering the intense,
