The Puppet and the Puppet Master

Of course, she was only begging so she could discover the answer to her other quests. First was the Queen's secret. A part of her knew that this secret has something to do with the King. Moreover, there was also a secret about flowers.

"And if I don't?"

"Then… I will keep on assuming." Of course, she will keep on guessing until she finally has her answer.

"Then, feel free to tell me your guesses, I want to know if you really inherited your mother's brain." The King took another sip of his wine before he smiled. "To be honest, I have lost faith that you were like her. I mean… you were weak and you wanted attention. Your mother was the exact opposite. She was kind— too kind yet strong. Sometimes, I have to would lie in bed wondering what made you like that. You were supposed to grow up as a genius, someone feared, someone confident. But you— " he snorted. "You grow up weak and fragile." He didn't hide the disgust in his eyes. "Yet, your mother still adored you."