"Elizabeth..." I muttered, taken aback.
She stood there in her gown, slightly out of breath. It seemed she had run a lot to find me.
"Finally," she sighed.
"May I enter?" She asked.
"Well, right," I said, stepping aside to let her into the room.
She sat down on the bed, and I took a seat in the chair. Silence hung between us, thick and awkward. It felt like meeting an arranged fiancée after a huge quarrel.
"You are right," Elizabeth said suddenly.
"Mm?" I raised an eyebrow.
Elizabeth looked at me. "You are right. I don't really know you nor can understand you. You were here in rehabilitation from the Kingdom of Celesta. I heard you killed a royal there, which is why they sent you away. Then I learned that you were none other than Queen Alea's youngest son, presumed dead a decade ago."
