Andria's POV
"Who died at childbirth?" I asked, confused about who she was referring to.
"The second Luna died at childbirth," she replied, gently tapping me on the shoulder, a one-sided smile gracing her lips.
"Oh, I see," I muttered under my breath. "But I'm not the daughter of the king, therefore I'm not a princess. Even though I'm the daughter of the Luna, the queen, that doesn't make me a princess," I protested.
"You are a princess. Your mother was a queen, the original queen and your father is the vampire king," she replied.
"What?" I burst out. "How could he do such a thing as a king?"
"He did that to slight the werewolf king, but in the grand scheme of things, that happened so that the prophecy may come to fulfilment," Lady Eskareth explained patiently, allowing them to digest every word.
I swallowed hard, tapping my fingers nervously against my chair.
