Clare

“What, seriously? Why would they do that?” Clare was anything but calm at the mention of her and death in the same sentence.

Why would these people want to kill her?

He nodded, “Descendants are very strong on tradition, something to remember when we get to the realm.”

When he didn’t explain further, her anger rose, “No one has spoken about my amnesia for years, my mother never mentioned anything to me. I asked her, I wondered why would my father just abandon me. I always wanted a brother, a father, a family.” She paused, swallowing the lump lodged in her throat, “Do you know what it's like spending your holidays alone? I like things to make sense, I need it to make sense, I need facts.” When he remained quiet she added softly, “If there’s one thing I know about life Caidrian it's that death is easier than betrayal. I’ve been surrounded by a cocoon of lies for years. So if you are my father, I need you to explain it to me, I need you to give me the facts.”