Back inside his dungeon prison, Syryn wasn't expecting any visitors.
"Drevin, hey," he said to the merman who was standing outside the door of his cell while holding a glass light.
"Syryn, I'm sorry. I had to say what I did because it was one of the conditions for your removal from prison. It turns out that the king never intended to free you like he said he would."
Syryn's mind went back to what Drevin had said about a human not being Silisia's saviour. So the mer prince had been forced to say it by the king. It didnt surprise Syryn.
"Do you know why your father hates me?" Syryn asked him.
The silver-blue mer shook his head. "He feels threatened by you but I don't know why. It can't be because of the prophecy can it?"
The mage smiled. "Drevin do you believe that I killed the oracle?"
"You have no apparent motive for doing so. You're not dumb Syryn. What would you gain from murdering the oracle?"
