I heard her heels click against the marbled floor as she approached. Deep down, I knew I shouldn't be listening to her or to the voices in my head. But I couldn't stop myself, nor I could stop myself from staring at the throne.
"What are you doing here, Your Royal Highness?" Yul inquired, alarmed at what was going on.
"What is going on is we are putting things back to where they should be." Now Alphonse had also entered the scene.
"Your Grace... Lilou, let's go." Yul held my wrist in panic, but that didn't faze me. "Lilou, what are you doing?"
Yul tugged my hand, but to no avail. My eyes were fixed on the throne, pulling my hand away from him as I took a step forward.
"Lilou!"
"It's no use, Yulis," Alphonse chimed in with a chuckle. "It had started."
"What had started?"
"The ritual. What else?" Beatrice humored gleefully.
