JASMINE'S POV
Once I had left the presence of the Queen, I took in heavy breaths.
I could hardly believe what had just happened.
It seemed the Queen had mistaken me for someone else.
The queen, even though she looked extremely beautiful, had a sadness written over her face.
One I wish I could take away from the woman.
The other woman with black hair had called the Queen mother, and that meant she was her daughter.
The other girl with fire-red hair just like mine, I referred to the Queen as grandma. I believed that was Princess Coral's daughter.
I had met the entire royal family, all except the King.
I had heard so many things about them. The good and the bad and ugly.
But I had never heard that the Queen had lost one of her daughters.
Since I also had red hair, it made sense why the Queen saw a resemblance.
Maybe her daughter had red hair.
I felt pity for her.