The palace physician had come in and was now done with King Cyrus’s examination. The medical treatment had taken a lot of time and the whole time, Sir Sule had not left the king’s side. After a thorough examination, the physician was finally ready with his diagnosis and it wasn’t good.A part of Cyrus’s brain was affected and this was caused by the horror and the treatment that Cyrus had gotten from Tobias and Gedoni. From the diagnosis, King Cyrus wasn’t fit to rule his people anymore. His speech was affected and his illness looked like he had a stroke. He was immobile for most of the part and was going to need help for most of his everyday tasks.He wasn’t fit to rule his household nor the kingdom nor the wolf pack.“So, what is the conclusion, doctor?” Sir Sule asked the physician. Sir Sule had been with them the whole time; he hadn’t stepped away from Cyrus even for one minute.The doctor paused, h

“Your highness, you want me to bring Yemanja’s granddaughter to you?” Sule had heard the king’s words but he wanted to confirm from Cyrus. Sule trusted Emelda but he wasn’t sure if it was such a great idea to bring her into Cyrus’s bedroom. He didn’t think she would hurt Cyrus but he couldn’t be too careful. From what Sule had seen so far, Emelda was a very powerful witch and she wasn’t to be trifled with. One word from her and the palace could be in flames of fire.But Sule also knew that it was better to have Emelda on their side than against them. The last few days had proved that right and she had even been selfless enough to save Cyrus’s life. Sule knew that if it had been in Emelda’s hands, the girl would have dropped the curse by now. But he knew that it wasn’t in her hands and that her grandmother, Yemanja was bent on destroying Cyrus’s lineage.“Yes Sule, I need to thank her for

The king’s carriage pulled up in front of Yemanja’s house and Emelda peeped out of the window to take a quick look at it. The house looked quiet as if no one was in there but Emelda could sense Yemanja from where she was. It wasn’t her witch side that picked up the scent but rather, it was her wolf side. She knew that her grandmother was home.“Are you ready?” Lucius asked her.Emelda nodded. It seemed that Yemanja had heard the carriage coming because she walked out of the house and stood by the door, looking at the King’s carriage which was parked in front of her door.“Please stay in here, okay?” Emelda pleaded with Lucius. She didn’t know how her grandmother was going to react but one thing Emelda knew was that Yemanja’s bitterness and hatred for the throne, could cause her to hurt Lucius.And Emelda couldn’t risk it. Lucius got out of the carriage and held the door open for her as she stepped out. He kissed her as soon as her feet touched the ground

The carriage ride from Yemanja’s house to the palace was dead quiet. Lucius and Emelda didn’t say a word to each other. Lucius noticed how Sad Emelda was and he guessed that she probably wanted to be by herself. He had seen the rejection she had to take from her grandmother and he had wished more than anything that he could have done something about it.But he couldn’t, and that fact made it so hard for him. It was hard for him to watch her seat in pain. There was a moment when he tried to hold her hand but she jerked it away from him.In a way, Lucius felt responsible for it all, maybe he should have stayed in the carriage like she had asked him to, things got heated after he went into Yemanja’s house and Lucius felt as if that was why the situation escalated badly.The young king wanted to help her, to hold her, and to tell her that it was going to be fine, but he couldn’t because he didn’t even believe that it would be fine

“Follow your heart,” were the words that stayed with her after she woke up. she didn’t know what it meant but one thing she knew for sure was that her mood was better. Emelda had been in a foul mood after leaving her grandmother’s house the day before. She had gone up straight to her room and had cried herself to sleep. But now, after waking up from the dream where she saw her mother, Emelda’s mood had improved tremendously. But her mother’s words stayed with her, she had told her to ‘follow her heart’. Her mother had also asked her about how she felt about Darius. Emelda jumped off the bed still locked in her thoughts, “why had her mother asked her that question? And what exactly did the universe have in store for her?” Emelda couldn’t place it so she simply shoved the thought aside and she focused on her current reality.