17. His mother

Anna finally stood up, the heavy silence of the room pressing down on her shoulders. Her eyes drifted toward the grand wardrobe on the other side, and curiosity tugged at her. Did he expect her to look like royalty, or was she supposed to blend in?

"What sort of clothes would a demigod even expect me to put on?" she wondered aloud, her voice sounding small in the vast chamber.

She approached the wardrobe with small steps. Its design was opulent, made from what looked like moon-wood, with golden inlays forming delicate patterns that shifted faintly when touched by light. As she opened the tall doors, she gasped