3rd Person Pov
Wren sighed, pacing back and forth, back and forth. She didn’t have time for this interruption, this annoyance. Why was she cursed with children that disobeyed her? Made her look weak, stupid? She gave them tasks, and none of them were competent enough to do them. The only child she would even consider claiming at this point was Niamh but she was too quiet, too soft-spoken. It was all up to Wren to keep going, to keep pushing, for the end goal. Once she got both realms under her rule, then she’d give the crown to Niamh, paving the way for her. It was the best she could do, since she knew her daughter was weak and soft, narrow-minded. She always caught her down in the fountain room, sneaking down there. Wren wasn’t sure why. The guards were rotated, so it wasn’t like she
