Princess Victoria

"Victoria, wait!" Clarke shouts after me. "What is so bad about the possibility of your mom coming home?" He runs ahead of me, blocking my path.

"I'd rather do that all over again than see her again." I grind my teeth together, hot tears streaming down my face.

"Don't you miss your mom?" He asks me.

"I did." I wipe my cheeks. I am not sure why I even bothered. More tears replace them as soon as they are gone. "Until I learned she could still be alive. I used to pray to the gods that she could someday come home to us and save us from the fate of ruining a country." I cry. "Now all I can think about is how I wish she was gone forever. I wish she was dead."

"Victoria, I would do anything to have my mother back. You might have the chance to see yours again, isn't that enough to give you at least a little happiness?"

"Imagine me, 17 years-old, walking down the halls and spotting my mother who abandoned me five years ago, asking her to braid my hair and pick strawberries in the field with me at dawn." I laugh at the thought. "If she is alive, Clarke, it would mean I was not enough. Henry was not enough." I shake my head. "If I ever see her again, she is going to wish she had actually died."

"Why don't we wait to see what these men find? Then we can judge her. Maybe she had a good reason to leave?" He suggests.

He does not know my mother. He does not know what she is capable of.

I shake my head. "She is not allowed to step foot inside this castle if I am still living here. I will not allow it."

"Vic," Clarke sighs.

"No, Clarke. There is no talking me out of this. If this is true. If she is alive and was seen in the valley, it means she left us. She could have come back at any point over the last five years and she chose not to." I am adamant. "Henry is the only family I have left. And even if she is alive, she will still be dead to me. Henry is all I can trust. I hate my mother. I will never forgive her."

I cup my hands over my face. "God, what is wrong with me?!" I shout angrily and sink to the ground. "For years, I would have done anything to get my parents back and now I have the opportunity to get my mom back and I don't want it?" I shake my head.

"Victoria, today was too much for you. Come on. Let's get you back to bed." Clarke sits on the floor with me. "Please."

"I don't know who I am anymore, Clarke." I cry. "Who am I?"

"You are someone who has just been through something traumatic. Come, let's get you to bed."

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