Queen Anette could only close her eyes and let out a weary sigh. In the end, despite her best efforts, this particular skill of Daphne's had still surfaced.
Perhaps it was time to tell the truth. With Daphne's new status as Crown Princess, not even this new discovery would hurt her standing.
Anette took a deep breath and began to speak.
"You… always had an affinity towards water magic," Anette said, choosing to keep her eyes on her cup of tea instead of her daughter. "I knew it from the moment you turned two years of age. I was picking you up from the nursery and you were crying. But it wasn't your face that was wet with tears. Water was splashing out from your crib. The aquamarine crystals that decorated the bars of your crib were glowing blue."