Lilith left Molto Affamato in a daze, her mind swirling with the revelations her mother had just shared. The warm afternoon breeze did little to soothe the storm of emotions that raged inside her. She kept replaying Avilyn's words, the weight of her royal lineage settling heavily on her shoulders.
Royal blood. A key to stopping Albaz.
It was too much. She had grown up knowing so little about her past, about who she truly was, and now it felt like everything was coming at her all at once.
Her entire life had been shaped by lies and half-truths, and now, with the truth laid bare before her, she wasn't sure how to feel. Fear? Anger? Betrayal? Perhaps a mixture of all three.
As she walked through the busy streets of the city, Lilith felt the press of people around her, the hum of normal life continuing as if nothing had changed. But for her, everything had changed. The world felt different, like she was suddenly seeing everything through a new lens.
'How do I tell Amon?'
