Her chest constricted painfully as she watched her parents rush to Amber's side, shielding her from the scrutiny of the Elders.
Her mother wrapped her arms around Amber protectively, whispering soft comforts into her ear. Her father placed a steadying hand on Amber's shoulder, glaring at anyone who dared to doubt her.
It was a sight Livia had dreamed of countless times. To feel the warmth of her mother's embrace when the world turned cold. To hear the gentle reassurance of her father's voice when her heart wavered. To be told that she was believed, cherished, defended.
But it was never her.
It was always Amber.
Her throat burned, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she struggled to keep her composure. She curled her fingers into fists against her dress, the fabric crumpling beneath her grasp. She had no shield. No one held her when the world turned against her. Not even her own parents.
