Arthur’s POV
I walked swiftly through the stone corridors of the palace, my mind heavy with unresolved thoughts. The echo of my boots against the marble floors filled the silence, but Charles' voice was persistent behind me.
“The ritual is coming up soon, Arthur, my sister had everything set…why did you suddenly pause the procedure?” Amelia asked, her voice edged with curiosity.
“Arthur had a meeting with Elena who told him that Ava will bring evil…and the child might also.”
“So I have heard,” Amelia confirmed. “Elena told me all about it, in my defense i'm beginning to doubt Elena's visions, she don't like Ava in the first place.”
“That's another way to put it, are you saying that Elena might be lying?” Charles asked.
My fists clenched tightly besides me as I listened to their conversations but I didn't stop walking nor did I reduce my pace.
I wonder why these people are behind me anyway, don't they have better things to discuss? I feel like my whole world is crumbling before my ey
