Chapter 93 - My Prophecy, My Problem

Zelena.

Back at the house, I found Roe in the kitchen. It's almost like she doesn’t like the other rooms of the house, besides maybe the library. She could have gone back to bed, no one would have thought any less of her for it. But no, even in the middle of the night, Roe will always find a way to busy herself with cooking.

“Hi” I said as I sat on a stool at the bench,

“Zelena, sweetheart, are you doing okay?” she asked while putting down the knife she was using to slice a giant watermelon. I pulled a slice off the cutting board and took a quick bite before smiling.

“I’ll be alright” I answered her honestly. She narrowed her eyes and put her hand on her apron covered hip. She didn’t even need to say anything, she just looked at me with that motherly stare.

“Really Roe, I know what needs to be done. I understand it now” I told her with a nod. She stood up straight, dropping her hand and looking at me with concern.

“What do you mean?” she asked shakily. I put the rind o