There was not even a 0.0001% chance that Carl had been referring to her, someone he had barely spoken to since arriving. But Ebere, caught up in her emotions, refused to acknowledge this. She kept complaining, her voice rising with frustration.
"We have to do something about this, Mom! We have to!" she insisted, her hands clenching into fists. "What is she trying to prove? That she's better than us? That she's better than my big brothers too??"
The moment those words left her lips, Queen Chioma's expression darkened further. It wasn't just about Ebere's humiliation or her lost opportunity to shine, no, it was bigger than that.
The thought that even her sons, the princes of Lionara, were now being overshadowed by Nnenna was something she could not tolerate. On a normal day, it wouldn't have mattered who was stronger. But Nnenna wasn't her blood.
She was adopted.
