"What you're holding is the Gaskiya. With that flower in your hands, the moment you tell one single lie, the glow of a petal shall be quenched. The more lies you tell, the more petals that shall lose their light. If it is a great lie, the flower shall shrivel and die." Estella explained.
Barak nodded in acceptance as he lifted his eyes to look at Neriah and a scoff left his lips. His flower was definitely not going to have any reason to lose its shine, nor would it shrivel.
But he could clearly see that there was no light in her eyes, only fear and desperation. And she was definitely going to shrivel.
"Now that the Royal detector has arrived and the necessary measures have been taken, Prince Barak, I shall now hear your own side of the story. And I promise you if the glow of that flower flickers even once then your head most definitely will roll."
