Clave held out his hand to Noah to help him up. The young man had put his glove back on, but the blonde could still feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric and that comforted her.
– We've got to get back to the castle now. If Marcus is here, Arthur can't be far away, remarked Griselda.
Catherine, who was standing next to her, asked:
– And Marcus? Is he coming with us?
The ambassador nodded gravely.
– I have a lot to ask him.
Clave never let go of Noah's hand. They returned to the castle. Griselda looked at Clave for a second, then nodded. She went ahead with Catherine, Beatrice, Corentin, Naos and Marcus, who was still captive. Noah and Clave stayed behind.
– Noah? murmured Clave.
– Yes?
The young man kept his gaze fixed on the ground.
– I've still got a lot of questions... How did you know about the code? How did you know it?
– I... I saw it in Marcus' thoughts, when Griselda had tied him up and you'd gone off into the ruins. Bea asked me to look into his mind, and that's when I saw the code... And Marcus told me that the Crown would allow me to... To...
His voice broke. He ran a hand over his face.
– When she died, my... My father did nothing. When she was ill, he didn't do anything either. He left me and my brother out in the cold... Even my aunt.
The young man took a deep, hesitant breath.
– I hate him, but at the same time, I wish he'd stop ignoring me and... I don't know, at least pay some attention to my existence. Why did he have a child if he doesn't even care about me?
– I'm quite happy that you were born. Sometimes I don't know what I'd do without you!
– That's my line, retorted Noah, teasing again.
He was back to his old self, and that reassured Clave.
– And... that magic you used?
– I've had it since I was born. Like the telepathy I inherited from my mother, I inherited dark magic from Arthur. Marcus can use it too, and he's much better at it than I am.
– Why didn't you ever tell me?
– It... It disgusts me. To know that I possess the same magic as he does. It frightens me too... Griselda doesn't know either, by the way, he admitted.
– And do you know where this magic comes from? I thought the Silverwoods could only handle silver magic.
– Well, I don't know about that. I've done my best not to think about it. But I think some people consider it equal to golden magic.
"Equal to the powers of the royal family?..."
– Thank you so much for opening up to me, Noah, smiled Clave.
– Thank you too. It was good talking to you, Princess. I mean... You're not a princess any more. You're a queen. My queen.
The young man bowed and kissed Clave's hand, and the young girl suddenly felt as if all the butterflies in the world had flown into her stomach.
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Mystic - EN version
FantasyShe wakes up in a strange, unknown world... Yet she has a feeling of déjà vu. She has amnesia, is terrified and lost. Can she survive in a world where they want her to become a servant? Will she be able to recover her lost memories?
