Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 8

Of course, that was a lie. The truth was that Honora had been devastated since learning she wasn’t their biological daughter. She had cried all night and had barely eaten breakfast this morning. Vivica’s heart had ached for her, and she’d decided to stay and comfort her.

“So what preparations did you make for me?” Larissa asked, her tone laced with mockery.

“I had your room prepared,” Vivica said quickly. “Come, I’ll show you.”

She reached for Larissa’s hand again.

Larissa dodged her again. “Oh, so preparing a room was more important than picking me up.”

Vivica’s hand met empty air for the second time, and a flash of irritation crossed her eyes. Would this never end?

“There’s no need to see the room. I might not even be staying,” Larissa said, pointing at the young woman her age. “Who is she?”

The young woman flinched, her eyes immediately welling with tears as she clutched the sleeve of the young man beside her.

He took her hand reassuringly. “It’s okay, Honora.” After calming her, he turned a cold gaze on Larissa. “I’m your brother, Leopold. And she is my sister, Honora.”

He deliberately emphasized the words ‘my sister.’

“Oh,” Larissa said, drawing out the sound. “So she’s your sister. Does that mean she’s the adopted one I was swapped with?”

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