A Ring

Chapter 30

Twenty Years Later

Sansa's POV

My curiosity was piqued when I came upon an old photograph of myself in my father's embrace, taken when I was just a year old and clothed in a red frock. Xavier had obtained this priceless recollection in some way.

I wondered if he'd ever met my father if he knew the truth about my identity, and how long he'd known about me. His statements that I belonged to him sparked a tremendous mental war, drowning me in doubts and doubt.

But Xavier never provided the answers I was looking for. When I tried to confront him about reality, he wrapped himself in secrecy. Why was he so hesitant to reveal the secret? What was he trying to keep from me?

I couldn't rely on Xavier any longer; I had to find out the truth for myself. I desired to comprehend the rule that tied us, the importance of my presence in his life, and to satisfy the voracious curiosity that kept me awake at night.

1 Hour ago.

It had been an hour since Xavier had left me in the massive mansio