Chapter 87: His curse

"Go on," Samir said quietly.

Nazmi gave her Prince a gentle squeeze on the arm to reassure him. Then, she turned back to Tsekani.

"May I?" The nymph asked, holding out both of her hands in offer.

Tsekani was puzzled, but didn't say anything. He simply nodded and placed his hand into hers. Nazmi couldn't help but notice the subtle similarities and differences of his hand compared to Samir's. Although roughly the same size, the First Prince had slender fingers and soft skin.

Nazmi was following her instincts. She didn't really know why she needed to speak with the oldest prince, nor did she understand how she knew that he was in need of help. Deep inside of her, perhaps it was Willow's wordless prompting, she knew that whatever was happening to him could only be resolved by her.