Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 10

“Am I?” Larissa shot back. “Then why did you look at me with such disgust the moment you saw me? Is it because I’m not as fair-skinned and elegant as she is? Did you forget that if we hadn’t been switched, I would be the one with pale skin and a refined upbringing? Everything she has now was built on the foundation of my suffering.”

Vivica was taken aback. “We weren’t disgusted with you. We just… haven’t adjusted yet.”

“You need to ‘adjust’ to seeing your own daughter? Why didn’t Uncle Neville and Aunt Sapphira need to adjust?” Larissa demanded.

Vivica was speechless. “Because Neville and Sapphira are childless,” she thought bitterly. “Of course they’d be envious of my children.”

She took a deep breath, softening her tone. “My dear, we will not neglect you from now on. Your living expenses will be the same as Honora’s. Your father and I won’t show favoritism.”

“So I should thank you? Please. To me, ‘no favoritism’ is the greatest favoritism of all! You two are truly saints, aren’t you? Disregarding your own daughter to continue raising the daughter of your enemy!”

Vivica fought to keep her composure. “Larissa, stop throwing a tantrum. You’re my daughter. Your father and I finally found you. We would never let you continue to suffer out there.”

“You know I suffered while the daughter of our enemy enjoyed the best resources you could provide. And now, before I’m even properly acknowledged, you’re ready to abandon me all over again.”

“Get it straight,” Leopold interjected. “We are not abandoning you. You’re the one making this impossible. You could stay here with us, but you refuse to tolerate Honora.”

“Alright, that’s one vote!” Larissa held up a finger and looked at Vivica. “And you?”

Vivica wrung her hands. “My dear, please don’t be like this…”

“That’s two votes!” Larissa cut through her pretense and finally turned to her silent father, Paxton. “Looks like your vote doesn’t matter. Honora already has two. So, she stays, and I go.”

A flicker of panic crossed Honora’s eyes. If this wild girl really left, who would marry Haskell Palmer in her place?