... Earlier, in Brittany's chamber ...
Laying on her soft bed, deep in thoughts, Brittany stared absently at the ceiling in her room.
During training two days ago, Rollins questioned her non-stop after she went back to her seat. She only felt a buzz in her head, her body lightened and everything went black.
After two days of sleep, she awoke feeling strange and was speechless by the changes she observed.
When in physical contact with someone, she can sense their emotions and hear their thoughts.
She recalled when she held on to her maid as they assisted her to the bathroom, she heard the maid's thought loud and clear.
She can also hear more clearly and farther than a vampire.
Her hair turned silver this morning and sometimes glows, like now. She has shut herself in her room since morning, no one must see her hair, or she wouldn't know how to explain it, she doesn't even know how to explain what is wrong with her.
She also cannot quite put her feelings into words, but she feels stronger overall—whether it is in terms of raw strength or agility.
Her eyes subconsciously went to the poor chair she gripped too hard and accidentally destroyed when her hair began to glow earlier.
" What is wrong with me!?" she buried her face in her pillow, and cried.
" You are fine, my dear" an elegant elderly voice answered her.
Brittany paused in shock and raised her head, softly calling out, "Grandmother?"
Her father's mother, Queen Mother Irene, stood poised by the door Brittany thought was locked; even at seventy-five, she appears a decade younger than her actual age.
Brittany loves and open up to her grandmother more than anyone but what if… what if she found out what she'd done to her other granddaughters, will she hate her?
She sat up, with her head lowered, "Where is grandfather?" asking softly, her fist tightened.
Queen mother Irene and Old King Karter lived in Quetta. After growing tired of ruling, her grandfather, the former king of Eldoria, faked his death, relocated to a kingdom he had previously conquered, and lived a contented life there with his only wife, Queen Mother Irene.
" He is not here. Brittany, I heard what you did to your…" before Queen mother Irene could complete her sentence,
" Grandmother, I didn't do it... do it deliberately… It- it just happened, I-I really did not mean to put sister Darcy in deep sleep for three days, I did not mean to hurt… hurt them…" Brittany hurriedly explained as she held clasped her hands together, shaking her head fiercely.
" Brittany… Brittany… Brit…." Queen mother Irene called while Brittany elucidate, she got cut off again--
" Grandmother, I am sorry. I apologize deeply, please forgive me. I can… I will go apologize to them… just don't hate me. I wasn't in control of my body, it was not intentional…" Brittany sobbed pitifully.
Queen mother Irene felt her heart squeeze as she saw Brittany's pitiful state, she sat on the bed and pulled her into her embrace. " I know what you did Brittany… but, do you know something?"
***Also, much earlier in the throne room***
" WHAT?!" King Aaron roared," What do you mean?" his expression was terrifyingly cold.