“How is Mother Crystal doing?” I asked Cedric. He chanced a glance at Killian before responding. “She is ageing and thus losing control of her magic,” he said. “Is there anything we can do for her?” I offered out of courtesy. “You can return to the coven,” he blurted, making Killian growl. “It wi
“Think twice before you speak to me.” Cedric nodded as Killian’s tone turned cold. “Now, to my question, what do you need a spirit mage for?” “For strength,” Cedric muttered. “Over the years, the effects of our collective magic have waned but with a spirit mage, the coven will be stronger.” He scru
“How – Why did you never mention that to me?” I asked Killian after Cedric left. He pushed his hand into his hair and leaned back in his seat, his eyes gazing everywhere but at me. “What are you hiding?” Thinking of him keeping secrets from me made me unexplainably bitter. Remembering how secretive
“Amethyst.” He gripped my chin, forcing my gaze on him. I closed my eyes to hide my thoughts and I heard him sigh. “He may not be your father and even if he is, I promised to protect you, did I not? I would not let him hurt you.” That was the last thing I was worried about. Slowly, I opened my eyes
As if dealing with the possibility of being Hawke’s daughter was not enough, a strange rumour spread about me. People were saying I was barren. “What even is this?” I massaged my temple as I flung the newspaper down. Eliza looked from me to the paper and back at me with a worried expression on her
For the third time, there was a knock on my door and Scarlett rushed in before anyone let her in. She seemed to be rushing towards me but in a flash, she was on the floor, her hands restrained behind her and Jack’s knee pressing into her lower back. Scarlett let out a screech and I blinked in disbe
“Are you an idiot? Even the blind can see that she is trying to create a rift between you and His Majesty.” To my surprise and Eliza’s horror, Jack clasped the front of my dress and lifted me out of my seat while I blinked in amazement. “Jacqueline Adela Bale, who do you think you have your hands o
“I need to do something,” I muttered to myself. If I was tired, then Killian was near death with his workload. As we walked, I caught a glimpse of a maid scurrying away so I asked her to call Scarlett. Scarlett entered my office a few minutes after I ended my walk. She didn’t look happy to be summ