The Broken Warrior's Daughter
I look at my father, but he doesn’t seem to be disturbed by the décor.
We sit and the omegas serve us before leaving the room.
“So Lily, your father tells me you’ll be 18 soon.”
I look at my father who gestures for me to answer. “Yes, that’s correct.”
“In just a couple of months?”
“Yes, my birthday is in May.”
“Ahhh, Lily of the Valley. Is that where your name comes from?” He asks me.
I look at my father again, who is shoveling food into his mouth like he’s never eaten before. “I don’t actually know. Dad, is that where my name comes from?”