"Beatrice," Alastair mused, his lips curving up in cunningness. 'I hope you are not the one helping the old Duke in his wicked plan.'
"Yes, Your Highness. Although I have not met her, I have heard a lot about her. She has been staying at Ambra for a long time, and some even say that she has been here for centuries. Nobody knows the truth though. She might help the Lord to find out the answers you are seeking for." Martell revealed, and Alastair nodded lightly.
"I see. Looks like I need to make a trip to Ambra myself."
Martell pursed his lips for he understood why he was speaking so. No witch was allowed to step on the land of Oryn, and if the Lord had to seek answers, he had to go to Ambra himself. "And I will have to take Samantha with me. Perhaps she will find out what she is with the witch's help."
"Yes, Your Highness. But I suggest the Lord be careful. The Lady might not be able to accept the truth wholeheartedly.
