"Is this all that was bothering you, my lady?," Aletta asked Celestiel, returning to her task of drying and taking care of the princess' hair.
"It is good to get all of that off of my chest," Celestiel said. "I didn't realise how choked I was by it until I just told you. Although, that is not the reason I was upset."
"Is it something you'd like to shade, my lady?," Aletta asked gently. "I am a good listener."
Celestiel smiled, but then it fell as she thought of Thalia's words. "Before Thalia died, she informed the King and I of a vision she had."
"She was a seer?," Aletta questioned.
"Apparently," Celestiel replied, her brows furrowing together, displaying the worry she felt for Aletta to see. "It was abrupt and even I found it a little difficult to believe at the time, maybe it is the reason it is hitting me hard now."
"What was her vision about?," the shopkeeper asked, her lips pursed tightly together in anticipation.
