"Amelia? Oh, you finally replied! Look, I feel like you should share a little more of your plans with me... Or a LOT more!"
"Are you sure, Reynard?" Amelia asked innocently. "You seem to understand them perfectly well on your own. For your age, you have the perceptiveness of a much older person…"
"Yes, I know. But look, I'm doing a lot for you, at least don't keep me and Mari guessing in all this! Seriously…"
Amelia chuckled and rubbed her chest. A bittersweet feeling was spreading there at Reynard's words.
Her entire life, since her mother told her that she was a bastard (but still rightful!) heiress to the Gelum bloodline, she was lying and manipulating. First, to hide her true name while getting access to Loremaster of Frost's legacy. Then, to establish Children of the Frost and plant the seeds for the future overthrowing of the Orders of Winter and Snow.
She had long stopped feeling bad about anything she did on her path.
