Hidden Scars{Forbidden love}

Chapter three

Hey, note this pov is coming from Asteria's  grandmother's point of view

Selena:

After my daughter's disappearance, my mood had changed, and I hadn't been myself. We had isolated ourselves from other clans ever since.
Sitting in my chamber, staring at the flowers beside my window as I usually did, the guards alerted me to the presence of an intruder.
I composed myself before telling them I was coming. Who could this intruder be, and how had they managed to breach the barrier?
As I walked toward the courtroom, I sensed a familiar magical presence. I couldn't deny that the intruder seemed to have royal blood.
I dismissed the guards and approached the intruder. "Who are you?" I asked.
She looked at me and replied, "Asteria, your highness."
"Nice name," I pointed out, moving closer. I reached for her mask but realized I couldn't pull it off.
"Who cast this spell on the mask?" I asked.
She looked shocked for a moment but then answered, "My mother."
My mind raced back to my daughter. She looked a lot like my daughter, her eyes, her features—they were so familiar.
"Can you remove your mask?" I asked again.
She hesitated but eventually took it off. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at her. She reminded me so much of Eira.
"Your Highness, are you okay?" she asked, concerned.
"You remind me so much of my daughter," I said, my voice trembling.
She gazed at me, her expression thoughtful. "Your Highness, I may resemble her, but I'm not her."I knew she was right. Eira had died ten years ago, sacrificing herself to save a man named Tristan. I had received a message from her personal maid, Iris, informing me of her death.
"You're right," I replied, turning away. "You're dismissed.
Before I could leave, she cried out, "Please, Your Highness! I have nowhere else to go. My mother... she's gone.
My heart softened. I knew what it meant to lose a loved one.
"What happened to your mother?" I asked, curiosity overcoming my grief.
She began to recount her mother's final words, how she had told her about Tristan and the need to find her grandmother.
My eyes locked onto the mask, now removed, and then back to her face. It was impossible. Eira was dead. How could she have a daughter? Then it hit me.
"What if she had her daughter given birth to?" I held her closely. "You're my granddaughter, Eira's child."
Tears streamed down her face as she called me "Grandmother."
I embraced her tightly, my heart overflowing with joy and relief. I had finally found her, my lost granddaughter.