Ophelia trembled softly as her mind raced, her eyes darting back and forth as she desperately searched the memories she had blocked out for so long. Searching for any possible way that Seth could have seen what he clearly had saw.
It just... wasn't possible. She had been there when it was written on her head and when that damned dagger plunged into her own mothers chest. She had been made to watch it all while everyone around her celebrated like it was a good thing, and even congratulated Ophelia on having such a wonderful mother.
There hadn't been a moment since it was written that she would have ever been able to leave. So how?!
Not unless... he had somehow snuck into the ceremony and his mind was twisting it into some kind of dream to protect him. Could that possibly be it?
