Chp 13 - Chasing Answers

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Why did I go to find Ascian?

Why did I have to ask that stupid question, knowing he won't give it straight to me?

Why and how does Ríona have anything to do with the diamond?

Thoughts are circling all around my head, not giving me a rest in the few weeks that have passed by since the bear incident in the forest.

My few weeks have been packed with paperwork, but still the lingering thoughts of Ascian and the questions definitely aren't leaving me alone...

I remember him telling me to ask the Queen and then come back to him to get another side for the story, but why?

Surely Ríona wouldn't give me a false answer? Right?

She's like my mother, she wouldn't lie to me.

I just want Ascian out of my head!

Why am I using the A-name now?? It's Demir for fucks sake, Reyna!

He hasn't shown you anything to deserve the 'real' name yet.

Not without getting an actual answer to the whole diamond obsession.

But there were words that struck me the most... The comment of others knowing more than I think.

Who is 'others'? My parents, brother, Kace, guards? Strangers?

I want the stubborn dark eyed man out of my mind. I'm getting tired of him. He's making me feel dizzy and confused.

In a good or a bad way? asks the deepest voice in my head.

That's when my pen's tip breaks and I come back to the real world.

The ink starts spreading on the paper, a small pool of blackness appearing on the notes I was making.

Weylyn and Kace stare at me, the sudden sound that broke the silence probably startled them a little.

I get up from my forward slouching position and clear my throat while crossing my arms, leaning against the backrest of the soft but old chair.

"You ok-" Weylyn is about to ask and I dismiss him immediately.

"Yes, I'm fine. I need some water, give me a moment." With that, I get up from the chair and away from the working room. Heading down to the kitchen.

I rub my forehead with my left arm, some of my eyebrow hairs sticking out to different directions when I accidentally go over them with my fingers.

I really need to get a grip of my own mind, this is literally what he wanted to happen. Me getting overworked with the questions and thoughts.

That bastard.

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