119 - Not My Daughter
“Her eyes were blue, Father.” She said back.
“The Blood Moon will perfect it. All unnecessary traces of the previous Holder will be washed away. If they are not—”
“They’ll have to be. I do miss my eyes but these ones I can bare. They are the same colour as yours. They are perfect, just like yours, Father.”
“You see that, Dogori? To my Xinora, I am the perfection she aspires to be.”
“Yes, your Majesty,” he replied with a bow.
“No one in this Realm or any other realm can be like her.”
“Indeed your Majesty.”
“We leave, Dorogi. I will speak to you later.”
With that, the White King started guarding his daughter out of the Throne room in the direction of her room.
She requested for the Blood Dagger, claiming that she wanted to be prepared so that when the time would come, she would be able to kill the Death Gem Bearer.
Her father once again said she had to have a bath, change her dress, and eat.