Silver Wilson
“She is the daughter of Lissa. Yes, exactly who you are thinking of, Alissa Wilson’s daughter.”
He says, placing another kiss on my chin. A smile formed across my face, as he outrightly told her who I was without mincing words. She stood there, a wave of shock engulfed her, stood there numb just staring at me.
Normally, I wouldn’t want anyone saying who my mother was, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Now she knew my identity, I was neither a peasant nor a palace worker, that should teach her never to speak so lowly of anyone, no matter what they looked like or her hierarchy. The world doesn’t revolve around her class and status.
“Wait, What! Did I hear you clearly, Adrian?” She asked, staring at me and I ogled at her, I smelled trouble coming. Her face
