His tongue

“Keep walking sweetheart, you know the way.” Alistair said when Sera started dragging her feet on the floor, hoping to slow him down.

His voice was deep and gruff, and his eyes had grown darker and hooded.... something was off about him.

Sera felt her tummy flutter anxiously as she glanced back at him, his face was cool and expressionless, but his eyes were bright and very focused on her every movement. He seemed different, hungry and sinister.... like a predator studying his prey.

The thought worsened her anxiety as they silently walked to his room. What was he up to?

He said it was time to make her queen, what did he mean by that? Was her coronation going to happen in his room?

Every instinct in her body shouted at her to run... so she tried to.

“Alistair.... I think i should sleep in my room tonight—“

“Keep walking Sera.” He calmly commanded.

“Seriously Alistair.... I’m not scared anymore... in fact you were probably right about my hallucination, i don’t think it was Lucas I saw,