Anonymous.
I walk through the gates of my castle worn out, tired and completely pissed off. Someone had sent word that they had spotted my mother. That they were sure it was her.
This time I decided to go myself. After all, if it was her, I wanted to drag her here myself. I wanted to be the one to bring her here to face her punishment.
It was a complete bust, though. No one had seen a woman of her description. Either whoever gave us that information lied or they were also fed the wrong information. Either way, someone is going to pay for wasting my f*****g time.
“Your highness,” two of the guards at the gates bow to me as I pass. I don’t say anything; just give them a brief nod before heading towards my castle.
It’s been three days since I left. I hate that I’ve come back empty-handed
