LYRUN HERB

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.