Einith
“Mom?” I hear myself say.
It’s her. It could only be her. The same light tawny hair and blue eyes. She looks different for sure, but she’s definitely my Mom. I can’t help but walk towards her and shaking Girhoe’s hold on me as I step towards the nobles.
The elderly northern couple approaches the King, who was having a heated conversation with the queen. You could sense the tension between them even through the distance, but the new guests were ballsy and seem to ignore it.
Mom looked like she’s forced to be here, but she’s dressed out of her regular sweater and jeans. She’s in a sheer strapless green dress with a sweetheart neckline that showed off her bare neck and collarbones. She looks like every Aestian out there, but she’s my Mom.
Walking towards them from behind, it w
