Lance Knight's Daughter ⭐ | [Random Updates]

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I stare back at her, flabbergasted for a moment, confused at her words to me, "Y—You know who I am?"

She nods once swiftly, "You are the daughter of General Draco. What happened to him, Katarina? Why are you here?"

Something clicks in my mind and the story Papa told me about his time serving as a Royal Knight resonates in my thoughts. But he served a King. King Zeke.

"I—Is King Zeke your father?"

She nods swiftly once again, and her gaze never leaves mine. Her shoulders slump slightly and her expression softens a bit, "I guess you were too young to remember. My father has two children, Vega and myself. We are twins. We reign Thebe together,"

"My father did... tell me his story about me and my mother not too long ago,"

Her expression lights up slightly, "Then you already know how our system works a little bit then?"

"You mean about the Pegasus Knights and the Cavaliers? Yeah, kind of,"

"Good. But since father passed, Vega and I split the two groups between us. All of our female Knights, the Pegasus Knights, serve under me and all of our male Knights, the Cavaliers, serve under him,"

I nod, "I—I see,"

She studies me closely, "Katarina, is there something bothering you?"

I glance around us for a moment before looking back at her, "Does your brother not like me?"

My question seems to catch her off-guard as her eyes widen slightly, "Oh, I don't think so. Is this about what happened yesterday?"

I nod.

"I cannot answer that, but you may go speak to him yourself about that. As a matter of fact, I would like for you to go speak to him, soon. He has things to tell you that I cannot that I am sure you wish to know,"

What could he possibly have to tell me that Lady Nova can't say herself?

I just simply nod, "Okay, I will find him later,"

So many questions. But if she remembers me when I was here those years ago with Papa, then her brother will too. Maybe that is partially why they responded the way they did yesterday. They remember me differently than they saw me yesterday. I was emotionally unstable and, in a wreck, alone, without Papa with me.

"Please, Katarina. Tell me what happened to your father. Why isn't he here with you? Something is on your mind that you are not saying,"

Suddenly, tears threaten my eyes as my throat tightens up. Should I tell her I don't know, or should I say what I actually feel? I honestly don't know but...