Chapter one hundred and fifty one: What are you doing?
Alexander watched his little sister from the stool he sat on. He was almost sure that they were the only siblings on earth who still have conversation in their private chambers while they sit near the fireplace.
"Are you sure?" Rosemund asked him.
The worry lines on her face made her a little bit older than her eighteen years of age.
Rosemund might not notice it now but she was tapping her right foot on the floor of her bedroom.
It was an indication that she was nervous.
"Are you really... really sure, there is no way around it?" She asked her brother again.
"The witch I met at the isle of the blessed told me that there was no other way" Alexander answered her.
"But then why did Jamie tell you that she can cure you with a portion….why did she lie? Why can't something go the way we want it to for once, Alexander?!" Rosemund yelled at no-one in particular.
