“Prince Skye! What are you doing up at this time?!” Morgause scolded crossly as she tried to calm her racing heart, fear of what the prince could be scheming worried the woman enough to be defensive.
There was no way that she would allow him to hurt Anberine, no- not even if it risked her being in the dungeons she would rather allow that then what plans he was cooking up.
Anberine rubbed her face for a bit before turning to glare at him, truly she should have used a silencer or an invisible spell. At least that way she wouldn't have to see him until someone found him.
“To be honest... I really don’t like her” Skye replied in a simple tone as he looked at her.“Don’t tell anyone about this” Skye added sternly as she shrugged in a nonchalant manner.
“About forty two percent, the rest are not magical” Anberine explained surprising him once more.
“You said your mother was ill, plus it will help the others in the Dark Realm who are having problems... so just take it before anyone else finds out” Skye said as he placed the bottles in Helga’s startled hands.Looking down at the greeny blue bottles Helga’s eyes started to sting, her throat soon started to feel uncomfortable as tears formed in her eyes.
Later on that day Anberine walked towards the library with the prince who remained emotionless, despite the fact he was worried about any unwanted eyes catching them in the act leaving him more antsy than ever.However as the thoughts continued to swirl around him he glanced at the girl who remained very calm to his surprise.
"Hey! Where-"
For Merlia, being somewhat named after a famous person who should have been respected for his talents and deeds, turned out to be more of a curse than a blessing since her birth.For the wizard himself, who had been declared a shameful traitor to his cause, only left Merlia unsettled about her own future throughout most of her life.But the unsettled feeling remained more unwelcoming due to the legacy Merlin left behind, a lineage that remained after his passing.To this day, so many unanswered questions filled the minds of those who knew of him or had suffered because of him.Why did he do it?Why did he set them up to suffer a fate worse than death?Did he hate his kind so much that the ends justified the means?No one knew nor could they fathom what was going on in his mind.The mind of a warlock.Some could only guess and then still find themselves unable to believe that the theory was right.Even now, hundreds of years had passed and Merlin’s line remained hated and scorned for si
Helga as she looked at them blinked in shock before relaxing knowing that Anberine cared about them, no matter who they were related to or what they were.“I can’t ask that of Merlia nor Mordred for anything, especially they are not ready for it S-Sire” Anberine said while looking down for a bit before giving Skye a stern look, hoping to spare her friends any more pain.“Sorry” she added in a firm tone that left him almost shaking with mixed emotions.“We need answers! If Merlin can somehow help us uncover what Father’s hiding-” Skye raised his voice only to see her pursing her lips in anger.“And then what?!” Anberine snapped, shocking him into silence.His lips parted and his body froze from how she spoke- stern and unbending, as if nothing he could say could sway her.In truth it scared him, it caused fear to slip into his bones making him completely unsettled.How did she do that? Making him feel vulnerable and ashamed for being weak, showing signs is bad enough, but it was out th