***Princess Zyra's POV****
"I know you're not happy," a mysterious, tiny feminine voice whispered into my ear as I stood in the dimly lit chamber, its hushed whispers carrying an otherworldly presence that sent tingles down my spine.
"Your Holiness! Did you hear that?" I asked Alistair nervously, but she just stared at me blankly, as if I were going mad.
"Be careful of the portal, don't get too close to it, and you should join your people in the meeting hall, don't just stand there," she snapped calmly, her tone tinged with rudeness.
Why did it feel like she didn't like me?
Musing as I turned to leave the hidden chamber, I wondered, "Whose voice could that be?"
"Young, beautiful lady, I am Knowledge itself," the whispering voice said again, stopping me in my tracks.
I walked closer to the portal in confusion, wondering if the voice was coming from it or if I was actually losing my mind.
