“But you still have royal blood flowing through your veins,” she’d said, having the audacity to pinch my cheek. “And while everyone pretends to ignore that, the fact still remains. Besides, you’re the General.” Then, she’d turned on her heels and left me furious enough to smash something.
I think she truly loves her nephew dearly, despite his bastard status. Thought so since she first spot to Sienna about being late.
