"My child... do you think it would be truly wise for you to lie to your mother?" She asks with her lips pursed.

You could see the cold anger in her gaze as she stared at you, one hand on her hip, as the other lay on a marble column. You've never seen her so angry before in your life.

Her ash grey hand came up to your face and squeezed it tightly, making you look back up at her instead of down at the ground.

"Explain yourself, my child." She simply said, her voice cold and unmoving.