บท 251: Birthing An Heir

"Oh." His tensed shoulders eased with relief, "Alistair, it's you." From how he called his name, there was an underlying feeling of assuagement laced with his tone. If it were anyone else who had caught him entering the late Queen's chamber, he'd be questioned thoroughly like a suspect.

"What are you doing here?" Alistair's expression darted sideways, as if cross-checking to make sure no one was coming. Duncan quickly stepped out of the room without giving the mirror another glance, but his grasp on the withered rose showed no sign of loosening, whilst he took it with him.

After stepping out, Alistair closed the door, sealing it the exact way it was left. He turned to look at Duncan who awkwardly scratched the back of his head, and he was yet to recover from the image he just saw. No doubt, the entrapped woman in the mirror was Ivan's Mother, but she was holding the same crystal. The complexity of the matter made Duncan's eyebrows creased in dubiety.