Roisin
My eyes widened and my mouth fell open at the sight before me.
Portraits lined the walls of the hidden room, each one perfectly preserved like sacred relics of another time. But what made my pulse stutter, what truly made my breath hitch in my throat, was the face staring back at me from nearly every frame. It was mine.
Or at least she looked exactly like me. The same heart-shaped face. The same enchanting blue eyes. The same gentle curve of a smile. Her hair was identical to mine in texture and tone, save for the fact that hers was completely red while mine only possessed a singular red streak. And then there was my one brown eye—my only difference. But even that felt inconsequential when the resemblance was so jarring.
It made my heart thunder in my chest.
“What is this…?” I
