Delaney looked at Sophia in disbelief. After all these years of trying, because of her sister poisoning her, she would never be able to have a child of her own. Knowing how disappointed she felt after the short time she and Vincent had been trying to have a baby, Delaney couldn't imagine the terrible heartbreaking feeling that the Queen would have now.
"Never?" she asked quietly, "Are they sure?"
Sophia nodded and stared at her hands in her lap, "I will never be able to have a baby on my own. The only hope that we have is with magic."
"Magic? You mean you would get a potion from a witch?"
"Yes... Helena says... well she says there is one potion we could use... But it's very dark magic."
Delaney remembered what Opal had told her. The witch had said there was a way she could guarantee Delaney and Vincent a baby but the magic had a price. The price for a life was a death.
