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nature.

"I would never be jealous of the likes of you "spoke Trista cruelly.

"I wanted to ask for help," the comment came so soft, so unusual, that Trista wondered if an evil god had captured her sister's spirit.

"You what?"

"Help, Trista, help. I wanted to ask for help- we both know the secret about my Mum we both know that she will have a real child to call her own. This she'll no longer have use for the likes of me I want to find my real mother and my real father. Even if they are Ebarians that

don't believe in God. I want to be loved truly and genuinely by family. "

"You're real father's here, at war." Trista said, confused.

"No Trista, we both know Mum Pameline is not the barren one."

"I am certainly my father's daughter."

"Maybe. Probably. But I most certainly am not."

Trista hesitated, "you really don't think she's with child?"

"Use you're head, you're the older one. Do you not know the signs? Sick in the morning, not monthly courses, her belly starting to show and we both know she's been acting ridiculously suspicious. She fears that we know."

"And how, for earthsake, do you think she'll be able to explain it to father?"

"You mean, considering he lives this war? Few do. I expect she'll claim it a gift from the Gods and like all men, he'll foolishly believe."

"She'll no longer want you. Or love you."

"I know, if I wasn't so successful in my studies, she would stop caring for me along time ago. Along with my education there is a potential income but if this child's a male or even a female I can't stay here, Trista, and I know you don't want to either. You hate south
Malithia."

"I may hate this land, it's no home to me, but that
doesn't mean anything she is still my father's wife and even I'm not so cruel as to leave a with-child woman without support."

"But Trista, there's always a Man."

And indeed there was a man, as Trista and Emmeline soon found out. Pamelia
would disappear for hours at night and come back at the early start of morning. The man, they found out, was no other than Stephan Clemmings; the younger brother of the almost-middle-aged socialite Lord Grantson
Delius Clemmings, who owned much of the surrounding land.

Despite his age, Lord Clemmings had a charming manner, but still, Trista
couldn't help but hate him his younger brother, after all, had stolen
Pamelia away from her father and despite how much Trista hated her aunt, she wanted the only person she considered family to be happy.

But her previous assumption about family wasn't entirely true.

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