Moira's POV:
She watched him with eyes of love, I just don't know if she knew that was what it was. At first, they asked for her, and I was horrified, as any mother would be.
The thing was, I am not her mother, even though I bathed and clothed her for years. I watched her sprout to a breath taking rose, thorns and all.
I'm proud, but I am not her mother, no matter how much I wish I was. After she left, I asked about King Valen, about his activities of leisure and his attitude. Everything I heard was horrifying, they spoke of him as if he was as mad as the mad King Klaudio. I stayed up every night after, thinking of her, worrying and crying.
This trip, it changed everything I ever heard, I almost keeled over when I saw him watering my plants. And he knocked! He knocked.
I watched him a
