Do Not Forget Your Place, Ariadne....
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Queen Ariadne's POV...
After the dinner, I walked through the corners of the palace with Arya and Anne. Arya was excited to have a grandmother, my hope was that she should not treat my daughter like a slave.
"Anne, what did you think? Does Grandmother likes me?" Those were the only questions, I asked after the dinner. I was sure that she was tired of answering them.
"I do not know my lady. She doesn't have a choice, you are now her son's favorite" Anne said.
"What of Arya? "
"My princess is a sweet child. Any one who meet her will love the way she is"
"Finally you are worried about something" a voice chimmed in. There was no need to look for who it was. Queen Valeria owned that voice. After many days of hiding, I was hoping she will come out as a good person.
I ignored her. We increased our pace to avoid exchanging words with her. But the woman was snitch , trust me. She followed us.