Princess and the Pauper

Lara's face remained perfectly still, her expression unreadable. They watched her carefully, bracing for the crack in her composure, the outburst, the pain.

The solution had already been quietly decided: if Lara showed even the slightest hurt, they would return Mira to her family. Compensation would be given—money, inheritance, whatever was needed to make things right.

But Lara simply breathed in, slow and steady. Her eyes lingered on Mira's perfect smile, then drifted back to her father. Could she blame them? she wondered bitterly. When she had been gone, they had been alone. Grieving... Lost... And Mira had slipped into that emptiness like a phantom, filling the void with light and laughter.

Lara straightened her back, the storm of emotion settling behind her eyes. "I understand," she said softly, her voice steady, "Thank you for explaining."

Reya sobbed openly, her face crumpled with grief and fury, both for Lara and herself. "But Miss..."