"Why were we really summoned here, Your Highness?"
It was Moulin who spoke. There was a hidden depth in his eyes as if there was a deep well filled with Inquisition. His expression was momentous, not giving a bit of attention to the man sitting beside him, quietly weaving his fingers on the long white strands that fell from Moulin's ponytail.
Inhaling a lungful of air, words flowed endlessly. Like a crystal river filled with wistful sorrow. Clarity filled th prince's eyes as he spoke the hidden reason why Auronian sentinels were sent to aid for Thundralln's troubles.
"I have a sister." He began. His voice, dripping with heaviness. He was about to relay the secret that he and his family had been hiding for years.
