Chapter 104 : The White Wolf

Maeve

“Look, this line, right here—” Mom and I were standing behind Troy, leaning over his shoulders to peer down at the neat, faded scrawl just above his finger.”

“What does it say? I can barely see the ink!” I narrowed my eyes, wishing the rectory had more than archaic candles to light the dim room.

“King Hector–his name is right here. He was the king mentioned by Charles in his journal. Look, he did in fact marry Alouette… and they had a son.”

Mom was silent as she scanned the page, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“That means there was a break in White Queen line at some point, right? Can that… can that happen?”

“Your family believes it can,” Mom broke in, looking confused, like she was thinking of some long-forgotten memory or conversation. “He told me once that if Rowan had a daughter, she would be in line to my throne. It was a discussion we had before you were born, Maeve. Before we knew you were a girl.”