Whispers

Helena’s P.O.V.

Have you ever experienced that your body parts move on their own accord, leaving you aghast that how is this possible in this world?

Honestly speaking, being in control every time can be exhausting, but it can save you from very many troubles.

Take my example: I zipped my mouth in front of King Edgar, successfully avoided Susan’s watchful eyes, and managed not to cry on our way back.

However, one slip of tongue shattered my façade, and here I was, being interrogated like a criminal of a bank robbery.

“Are you hiding something from us, Helena?”

Uncle Desmond’s suspicious gaze was fixed on me, he said,

“Don’t hesitate, Helena. We’re a family. You are free to voice your worries.

You’re safe with us!”

His gentle tone laced with fatherly love did the magic like every time, he convinced me like this for one year rest for a smooth childbirth and postpartum.

I played with the hem of my dress and lowered my head.

“I can also hear whispers, and there’s so