Kapitel 195: Were doomed huh

"Take a look Jesper." Magnus said. "This is the proof she's the real Princess." I almost fall on my feet. Confusion, perplexity, bafflement is etched in my face. 

"What do you mean?" Lancelot got the question ask before me. And I find myself nodding after him. Magnus smiled.

"You ask me why I have blessings right Princess?" Magnus is looking straight to my eyes. The moonlight and ray from the heather is illuminating his face. His face is chiseled, sharp jawline that suppressed the area below his eyes. He has high cheekbones, his sharp nose pointed straight to the empty dots of atmosphere. As if he's breathing, and sniffing the breeze has to offer. 

"The Elm Elder that ingrained his blessing of Control on you? That's my father." 

There's no sound to be heard except the ruffling of leaves, the swaying of branches, the strong breeze that whispers lowly in our ears. Making its presence known. My head is splitting into pieces, my tongue is frozen in place.