The truth (2)

"He didn't…" Ylvia only registered the gravity of what Delaney had said after a while. "What? No way. Reginald would never do that to me. We were in love. At least I thought so, and at least before Penelope came into the picture." 

"So you are saying you and King Reginald were the actual lovers and Penelope is the one who came in between you? How is that even…" she didn't want to make it seem like she didn't believe Ylvia but it was crazy. "King Reginald doesn't seem to recognize you." 

"He doesn't, okay? He loved Aster. Aster is dead." 

Delaney shook her head. "I don't understand." 

Ylvia dabbed at her eyes. "I decided to tell you everything so I might as well tell you everything. I was Aster—a young maiden, innocent, smart, everything a mother would be proud of. Reginald visited my hometown's market one windy afternoon and accidentally caught my scarf. It was important to me so I braved it and asked him for it."