Jasmine's eyes widened in shock. She was not certain what shocked her more. Was it the fact that Bardumond had two sisters when she had always assumed that he had one sister, that the other sister betrayed her own family or that the other sister was a demoness? She was pretty sure that Narilia was the name of the demoness she had summoned when she accidentally snuck off to the human realm.
She debated what to ask. Betrayal was not necessarily anything to be shocked about. Love could be faked and jealousy was bound to bloom under the circumstances of Bardumond's sisters. One of them was King Rian's beloved granddaughter and the most popular goddess while the other was barely ever mentioned. She was certain—even without being told—that the few times Narilia was mentioned, she was being compared to her sister. It was bound to happen and the former might have felt like a shadow.