Realization quickly turned to fury. Confusion. Even some fear.
Who could possibly be stronger than the Queen, strong enough that they were able to turn the tides in her favor with their help?
Nazmi's brows furrowed as an idea came to her, "an Ancient..?"
The First Prince stared at her with a weak smile, "I don't know, and I've no proof to verify any claims."
"Are you saying that as a result of being under the curse, or is it true?" Nazmi asked, mostly to herself, and looked down at her hands that she didn't know had become clenched.
Naturally, Tsekani's only answer was a sorrowful and apologetic expression. She waved her hand and gently patted his shoulder to show her understanding, "Don't worry, I wasn't expecting an answer. Thank you so much for sharing."
