"I've never thought she would sing—even to this much extent. Have you, Your Grace? "
Keith snapped out of his train of thoughts, glancing at Athan. But his crimson eyes darted at Arnold.
"While I'm unwilling to talk to you, I'm afraid to tell you I knew less."
'Sire…' Keith thought deeply, even with him glancing sideways, his solemn gaze brimmed with guilt as he was also in the same position.
Arnold had been on edge for a long time, and he knew that his daughter's life was on the line, and he couldn't do anything for her.
For a long time, Mystique had more to keep, and less to share as she thought no one would've understood her well.
They tried but failed.
She also tried, but miserably so, she failed.
'I'm ashamed not knowing her any better too, but what can I do?' Keith gritted his teeth, out of frustration. 'Is there anything I could do for her?'
Athan took a glimpse at Keith, then back to the ladies below.
