Prolugue
When my mother fell from her balcony, I thought she would die. Her arm and one of her legs were broken, and her ribs were cracked. Those could be fixed easily. But the thing that couldn't be fixed, the thing that made her alive yet dead in my heart, was her concussion. She went delirious. She calls me Sophia, and that breaks me because if she doesn't remember my name, there's nothing to her. She'd as good as dead.
But I still love her, even if my name turns from Saphia to Sophia every time I'm around her. It hurts. It hurts to see her broken, her mind someone else's mind.
But there's nothing I can do.
She's my mother. Queen Anamara Cazzen. She means everything to her people, to our people. To me. And I'm her pryncess. Nothing will change that.
