The Rose
"Do you think we should go and check on His Highness, My Lord?" Worry bleeds onto Phillip's face. "It's been a few weeks and we still haven't heard anything from His Highness and his acquaintances."
He is not wrong. At this point, even I can't ignore the nibbling feeling in the pit of my stomach. I am loath to admit it, but I, too, am a bit worried—well, maybe not a 'bit' but a lot—about Lush.
I can't remember the last time I felt a tad of worry for someone. Not even Seraphina or Phillip, my most precious pawns—at least before the appearance of The Prince of Holy Light. I feel like he is casting his magic over me and it is deathlier than any dark magic that any being that wields in this earth land.
