#WIP Snippet #amwriting
I thought I share a teaser of my WIP. This is the perspective of Ocelyn, daughter of Ikrah, in her not brightest moments of her tender years. She had been persuaded by a mysterious friend by the name of Valorian, to lace a truth serum into her mother's tea for some revealing results to a phenomenal disaster:
"Mother...." she whispered with a broken voice pressing her palms to the window. The glass was cold to the touch at her fingertips through the silk fabric of her gloves. So close, yet so very, very far away. She wished she had never met Valorian. She wished she never had a birthday like the one she had this year. Maybe knowing her mother as Mem simply as her father's lover/ her unofficial stepmother should have been enough. But she wanted to know more. She wanted more. She knew the possibility at the truth between them, yet she allowed Valorian to persuade her into pursuing it to the end. And now, she realized it will be the reason her mother must die. All at once, her emotions overwhelmed her, hitting her in the chest and wrinkling her face into a choking sob. "Mother...sor-r-y...!" She was so sorry for what she did. Not a day went by that she didn't regret what happened. Altia's forced abdication was one bad mistake. This was even worse. There was no fixing this. Tears spilled out of her eyes down her face like heavy rain. She wished she was the one suffering than to lose her mother at all. The war stories about her mother were true. They were all true! Mother died for love and country. ----Oh, why?! Why didn't she listen to her father then? This was all her fault!
