I couldn't take my eyes off the carving.
My mother stared down from the wall above the silver throne, and although the stone had been worn smooth by centuries, I could still recognize the shape of her face.
The artist had captured the curve of her cheek, the length of her hair, and the strange intensity that had always appeared in her eyes whenever she was trying to hide something from me.
Except this wasn't the mother I remembered. This was Lyriana Celestia dressed in royal robes, with a crown unlike anything I had ever seen resting upon her head.
"Why is she here?" I whispered.
Draven stood beside me, and his expression remained fixed upon the carving.
"I don't know." He said.
"Your family ruled these lands for generations, and nobody knew this chamber existed?" I asked.
"My fami
