Karilaya could not hold her tears when Alexander finally turned to look at her. His eyes still had this crazed look, like he had lost his mind. That left her speechless, not knowing what else she could say just to stop that madness. “My lady, that is quite the revelation. But are you aware that there is a way for us to know if the child is truly a pure-blooded Draconian or not? There’s an Imperial ritual that we could now to confirm the boy’s bloodline! You’d be quite amazed at how easy it is to spot a lie and a fake.” Alexander’s teeth were clenching as he spoke. “What do you mean?” Karilaya’s heart sank the moment he saw doubt in his eyes. It seemed his rage blinded the man that he would not even listen to what she had to say. “Uncle,” Alexander turned to the silver knight who held Cicero’s chains. &ldquo

Karilaya kept looking outside the window of the carriage. She could not help but worry about her son, remembering how much pain they were in. If only she could use her magic, she would have never left them. But since it’s taking her a bit more time to discover the secret of the new restraints that she was wearing, all she could do now was play along with the advisers’ wishes. She was with three of the emperor’s aides, mainly Lord Slog who sat in front of him, keeping his smile, the Headmaster Artheous Lore who seems to be asleep, and the Grand witch Mistress Moryana Fray who was quietly sitting beside her, like a maid-servant. “You do not have to worry, my lady. The emperor will not let any harm come to the boys,” the woman implied when she noticed how Karilaya was looking at everyone. “It’s best if you do not think too much about them, m’lady. All should be well after they

Until now, the only news that she would get from them was that her sons hadn’t calmed down yet. It has been a week since they brought back Karilaya. During the duration of her stay, she took notice of how now and then there would be a march of weary witches. They would come from the town and go back to the palace and vice versa. Currently outside the palace, she chances upon them while checking some area within the town. Once again, they were moving in droves towards the castle. Some were barely walking, being carried by their friends. Others limp as they move, and some were barely awake but still kept on. The princess could no longer ignore the entire group. Especially when she saw mistress Moryana assisting on their parade. Guiding them properly so that none would go astray while they trek back to the castle. She walks in strides to where the grand witch was as curiosity was clawing at her. Wanting to know what i

One push of that knife through his chest would end it all. She only needed the strength to do so. But she’d stop whenever she would feel the soft, warm flesh touching the sharp edge of it. Her bones soften, feeling weak just from knowing what happens after that. Her heartbeat faster at the thought of losing him and no longer seeing the man ever again after that. She could not do it. No matter how much her mind shouted, her body would not follow. Alexander took in a deep breath as he closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. Karilaya grabs the knife with both hands, but she still kept trembling. Panting, as tears continue to run down her cheeks. A loud scream came out of the princess as she fell to her knees. Unable to do what the man was telling her to. At that moment, she could feel her whole body shaking from the sudden cold that she felt just thinking of killing him. Her heart could not take it and her mind w

Staring blankly into nothingness. It still stunned Karilaya when she couldn’t do anything while her sons tried to rip each other off. She didn’t care nor take notice of her she was being taken or what the advisers were so troubled that they kept running back and forth for. It was until mistress Moryana move towards the lady, the only person who seemed to have the bravery to approach her. It was only when the woman was close to her that she was she finally able to realize what was going on around her. “My lady, apologies for my lateness.” She says after moving beside her. It was only then that she had the sense to turn her gaze inside the room. Piles of scrolls, books, and parchments were in front of her. All properly stack in order and colors. All the while, lord Slog, and some other advisers, along with the magic council, stood in face of her. Waiting, chatting, and discussin