"I know how difficult it is—choosing between the knowledge you're hearing now... and the one you've trusted for months. The reality you've built your understanding on is cracking, and I know exactly what that feels like."
Her voice grew softer, almost haunted by her own experience.
"When I was with you, in my father's inheritance realm, I lived through the same thing; it's too similar. Everything I thought I knew about myself, about my enemies, about the people my mom relied on—none of it was real. Every truth I held onto turned out to be a fabrication. My past, my pain, my goal... all manipulated."
She looked away for a moment, eyes distant as if staring back into that illusion.
"It becomes hard to trust anything—even your own memories,"
Arthur said nothing, his fists clenched. There was only one thing that could get Arthur this emotional, and it was Charlotte's well-being.
