Chapter 23 I'm Not Going To Pass The Crown To Her Ii

• I felt like I was going to suffocate to death and felt like screaming. I clamped my hands over my mouth, feeling only my short, shallow breathing. I didn't want anyone to find me there.
• Some time later, I don't know exactly how much, they were gone. And I stood there, staring at the ceiling and wondering why he hated me so much. I was blood of his blood... and he preferred the crown to me. How would a son make a difference in his life? Was it all for absolute power, for the golden crown he wore on his head at special moments ? Or simply for him women were not capable.
• Now more than ever I would search for the story of my aunt Emy Beaumont…and find out whether her death was really accidental or not. And if anyone was to blame for her death, they would be punished. And no... I wouldn't die on the streets of Avalon. I would survive, just as I have so far. And I would take the throne, with the crown on my head, being the first queen of Avalon. And I don't know what I would do with my father and Beatrice after that.