THE QUEEN´S DAUGHTER.

CHAPTER II: MOMMY & ME

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Sophie felt relieved her room was next to her mother´s, so she had no troubles jumping onto her own balcony before anyone spotted her. The night was chilly and clear, and she stood admiring the beauty of the island under the diamond splintered sky.

It was the last night sky she would see from Themyscira for a very long time. It was so for her.

She quietly walked onto her room and threw the holdall next to her bed. She breathed in deeply and tried to organize her thoughts. There were so many ideas fighting for her attention…

"First thing I need is a shower."

Being practical and methodical woman, as at her short age she already was, the girl walked out of the bathroom after some scarce minutes. She grabbed the jeans and white shirt to put them on, but decided she needed a little sleep first, so she jumped onto her nightgown instead.

The first thing she regretted was not grabbing the golden lasso. Suddenly it seemed like something that could be really useful out there, something she really needed to have with her. Damnit.

Sat down on her dresser, she started brushing her hair absent mindedly when the sound of the door opening behind her made Sophia look up.

Through the mirror she saw Diana walk in and place a tray of food down in front of her. Sophie´s eyes opened wide and her hand stopped cold half the way down her head.Ichangemymind.I'msogladIdidn'ttakethatlasso.

Because Diana walked in wearing the amazon's champion armor.

"Let me do that for you" she smiled, grabbing the brush.

Sophie couldn't help to smile. Above all, this was the thing she liked about her mother the most: she was the most loving and caring person in the world. Her departure would certainly break her heart. The girl sighed. She was mad, but she didn´t hate her. Sometimes collateral damage was just… necessary.

"Thank you, mommy."

Sophie knew her mother liked it when she called her like that. And after running away, whenever she did get to see her again, she would need a lot of her good will to be forgiven.

"You're welcome, princess. Aren't you hungry?" Diana asked, leaving the brush down and kissing her daughters cheek.

"A bit." She nodded. "Are you?"

The tray over her dresser had some bread, cheese, grapes and water. Diana nodded and took one of the grapes.

"Do you like the costume? I wanted to show it to you."

"It's not a costume, mom. It's an armor."

"Aren't you feisty, young lady?" Diana giggled and sat down. Sophia frowned.

"Aren't we all supposed to be that? Warriors?"

"Yes, we are. But that's the way we keep things nice and quiet around the island. If you want peace, you have to be ready for war."

That made the young girl squirm. She only knew about war what she had been told.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was mad because you lied to me."

"So you're not mad anymore?"

"Of course I am."

"I am very sorry I did so. You'll understand someday."

"I won't if you don't explain it."

"Are we going to go over this once and again, Sophie?"

"I don't want my life to be a huge unanswered question."

"Why is suddenly everything you have here not enough? Why am I suddenly not enough anymore?" The pain in Diana´s voice was plain obvious. Sophia sighed and looked down.

"I didn't mean that. I mean... Now I feel there's a big part of me missing, and... I don't know who I am anymore. I want to know who I am."

"That doesn't come from finding your father, Sophie. That comes from finding yourself."

"What did he do to hurt you so badly?"

"I'm not going to talk about that."

"Because you still love him, don't you? After all this years... You didn't forget him... So you lied."

Diana didn't reply because, for a moment, she didn't know what to say. For some reason, she couldn't simply deny it, and she refused to accept the obvious reason: she couldn't deny it because it might be true. Sophia nearly regretted her words when she looked up and saw the hurt in her mother's eyes. A heart-wrenching sorrow she had never seen before. Usually, Diana's eyes lightened up when her little girl was around. She was so devoted to her child that sometimes the amazons asked her to break the bad news to the Queen, knowing she very, very rarely lost her temper with the princess.

"It´s way more complicated than that. Don´t talk about things you don´t understand."

"It's not that complicated. You´re treating me like a baby again. I´m old and smart enough to understand. Shayera is right. You should go and find him. He stills love you too..."

Now, Diana was convinced her child was completely insane. She was glad her answer gave her a reason to change the subject. Talking about him was just too painful.

Diana had been successfully burying deep inside her soul for sixteen years the flamed up and passionate woman Bruce awakened inside of her. The woman who was still mad about him. The one who craved his kisses and his touch, the one who would give up everything to be in his arms again, to look into his eyes once more, to surrender to the wonderful sensation of reaching the frenzy heights of pleasure with him. She admitted he wasn't the only one she ever slept with, but he was the only one who left her hungry for more. The only one to fully satisfy her. An amazon burning up in want for a man. How stupid was that. So once more she crossed her arms and sent that woman back to the bottom of her mind. She wished she would never come back. She hated her. She hated those feelings she was afraid to discover she might still have. She was glad they were miles and ages apart and she wouldn´t be seeing him again. Not in a million years.

When she finally spoke, her tone was deadly serious.

"Which reminds me, young lady, what did you think you were doing overhearing my conversation?"

"It was an accident." She responded innocently.

"It wasn't. I remember telling you very clearly to go and find your aunt Donna."

"You are impossible!" She growled and ran away, lying face down on the bed. Diana sat next to her and stroked her hair.

"I'm not."

"Is there anything you can tell me?" She sobbed into her pillow.

"Sit down."

"No." She cried more.

"Sit sown. Now." She repeated authoritatively. The girl growled again and did so. Diana wiped her tears gently and pecked her nose with her index finger.

"That´s better, thank you. It's breaking my heart to see you like this." She smiled softly and placed her hands on her daughters shaking shoulders. "There is something I can tell you. I have a beautiful daughter and I'm very proud of her. She's a bright and talented young woman and the best princess Themyscira could ever have. She's my baby girl and she's perfect. I love her more than my own life and I won't let anything or anyone hurt her, ever. If something ever happened to her, I would never forgive myself."

When Diana finished, Sophia was smiling too and hugged her tightly. "I love you too."

Diana hugged her back and rubbed her back, relieved.

"I know."

"But I´m not the best princess, you were."

"Oh, shut up."

The answer made Sophia giggle.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, you can."

"You don't hate men like the other amazons do. Is that because you met someone good out there? You learned they are not all bad, didn´t you? You changed."

Diana sighed. She didn't want to make her child suffer anymore. She didn't want to feel as horrible as she did anymore either. She wanted to be a hundred percent back in Themyscira. She wanted to be the best mother for her. And the only way to drop aside the subject was telling the truth.

"Yes, I did. I found out a lot of things and I changed. He was a very good friend."

Good. Finding an old friend of hers is a good place to start. Maybe he will know something.

"Can I know his name?"

"What for? Actually, I haven´t heard from him in a very long while."

"I just want to know... Something about that part of your life." She shrugged nonchalantly.

Diana thought the answer would be harmless and it had to calm Sophie down.

"Clark."

"Thank you. Please don't leave me."

"I will never leave you, my little sun and stars. Now, lay down and sleep."

Diana pulled them both back to the bed and cuddled her daughter close to her. They didn´t sleep together since Sophie was a very little girl.

"Why do you call me like that, mum?"

Diana looked into her daughter´s eyes and took a second more than necessary to reply. The words stuck on her throat and her voice faltered.

"That´s how my mother used to call me."

Sophie opened her mouth to ask something, but she decided not to do so. She knew she had opened many of her mother´s wounds in the last hours and she didn´t want to hurt her more. Instead, she closed her eyes.

"Good night, mommy."

"Good night, my princess."

An emotionally exhausted Sophia felt asleep immediately. Diana was left alone with her thoughts and she stroked her daughter´s hair, watching her sleep. She would do whatever to protect her.

When sunlight was starting to creep up the sky on the horizon, she finally surrendered to a restless sleep. It had been a hard day for both of them.

.-.-.-.-.-

Sophia woke up two hours after her mother finally gave up and slowly crawled out of the bed, carefully enough to avoid waking her. She knew her mother probably spent hours watching her sleep before falling asleep herself, watching over her. That was just the kind of things Diana did. She was an overprotective parent. She remembered having a very strange dream and she immediately put it to the back of her mind. She would think about it later. Dreams could sometimes be very important.

After her conversation with her mother, Sophia had grown years in just a few hours. She remembered the pain she saw in her eyes. What terrible thing did her father do to her to cause such sorrow? What kind of man was he? What kind of man was Clark, her mother´s friend, the one who gave her hope in mankind? Why didn´t she fall in love with him instead? Why didn´t she look for him in all this years? She had so many questions.

But the princess of the amazons had a new mission now. She would find her father, and once she knew what happened she would decide if she had to take vengeance on her mother´s behalf.

A/N: Sorry if it was a bit boring. Comments, please?