Lukas still didn't get why Helena looked like the world was collapsing.
"A general? So what, even if he's powerful," he muttered, "the Human Empress-"
"Dummy!- Boss... Your real boss! My mother's man!" Helena hissed.
That finally did it.
Lukas's blood ran cold.
Helena clenched her fists.
He knew her background. He knew everything.
How could he still not understand?
Helena Berg wasn't her real name.
She was born Helena Astrid, first Princess of Norhaven.
And she had burned that identity to the ground.
Years ago, her mother, Ericka, had left her father.
Left the kingdom.
Left everything.
For the Eighth Prince.
Helena had snapped.
She knew her mother was… casual about life. Free. Unrestrained, but leaving her father like that?
Unforgivable.
The breaking point came when Helena brought Lukas home.
Ericka saw him.
And instead of approval, she said, "Ask the Eighth Prince for approval first."
Helena left that night.
Left the palace.
Left her title.
