"Who are you?" The concubine asked bitterly, her voice deliberately sharpened by her. At her bitter tone, Neel's grip tightened on Megara's hand. Even the child felt the animosity and Megara wondered where such hatred was coming from.
Who was she?
Megara Daybrace? Just a ruined name.
His soulmate? A bond created by black magic.
Who was she really?
"I'm just a guest," Megara said her voice holding confidence even though she couldn't see her surroundings and calculate how much deep water she was in. She heard them whispering among each other.
"A peculiar-looking guest in the lord's personal chamber with a child." The woman before her muttered sharply while eyeing Megara from head to toe. Though she appeared simple and nothing out of the ordinary but her long brown strands mixed with silver almost gave her away.