Rama's legs wobbled weakly and she breathed out shaky gasps, as she felt a sudden chill run down her spine and the unnerving darkness in the room didn't help as the candle lights had been snuffed out.
If Draco was right about the seer's inauspicious prophecies, then she wondered if she would attain her throne beside her unknown king, yet to be known. She was in a state of deterioration and she felt the compelling urge to go back to the seers for clearer elaboration.
"Don't fret, whatever they predicted will come true anyway and there's nothing you could do to alter it." Draco's baritone voice broke her out of her trance like state.
"How do I become a queen if I'm fated to become a monster?" She blurted out in a low tone, barely a whisper.
