Someone better start explaining...

          “Tell me she’s joking. That’s hysterical!” my wolf snorts amusedly within my spinning skull, refusing to believe the witches supposed revelation of my apparent past.

“She has to be. That can’t be true,” I agree, “-there’s nothing royal about me or Ash!”

A playful smile spreads across my disbelief riddled face as I look at the enchanting witch sat in front of me, her lips poised as she rests her delicate hands on top of her crossed knee while studying my face, waiting for my reaction patiently. I begin to chuckle softly; my face contorting as I suck in the air greedily, my timid giggle growing into an uncontrollable roar of laughter while Marie looks at me confused, her eyes shifting towards Raven, unsure of what’s going on as humoured tears stream down my cherry red cheeks.

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