Alastair pursed his lips as he stared at the sleeping girl on his bed. He had left the mother and the son to themselves after enquiring Odalis about Eleanor and Killian. He was beyond astounded to learn that the siblings were not as affected as Calix was from the witch's curse and more so when he had previously learned that Eleanor was the one who had been severely sick, even more than Calix.
"How is it possible?" He mumbled as his frown deepened. "Should Eleanor not be in a grave condition just as Calix?"
Alastair kept walking back and forth, his confusion increasing as time passed. His thoughts were all messed up and he pressed on his wrist as he tried to loosen his muscles. "What are the siblings hiding? And where is the old Duke? Why has he not returned to the kingdom yet?"
