The Cold Prince
Midika falling slowly eyes that know mewhy am i suddenly stumbling over my wordstrouble when you walked inslit my wrist and black my eyes
He motions for me to continue flipping each page until he finally holds his hand up, halting me.
The two pages are made up of mostly dense print, except for an illustration on the top right. I run my fingers over the ink, triggering something vaguely familiar in the depths of my mind.
No, not the depths...I saw this the other night.
“What is it about?” I ask.
“The rebellion." Roel points to a line in the book that mentions it's formation. “A dark, hideous plague of these lands that has haunted your reign since you were born.”
I pull my hand back from the illustration like I've been burned.