Honour stared at the prince in shock. Between the nightmare, she'd just witnessed and the question the man was asking, she couldn't form the right words.
For a while, she'd wrestled with finding ways to tell him about herself but something kept her from doing so. For a time, she thought she could get the prince to help her out. Since the goddess couldn't help her friends directly, then perhaps telling the prince would do the trick.
Drake was the one person her powers could work on without the divine restrictions getting in her way.
Was Drake mad? How long had he known? Was he mad at her?
Panic set in.
The prince, however, didn't look mad. Drake didn't look angry. If anything, he looked… lost, curious and desperately searching for answers.
Still, shaking the slight feeling of fear was harder than the girl thought it would be…
More than a year…