Fake Princess
CHAPTER 110
I bought the herbs that Paula asked for without even looking at her. On the way home, it seemed that on every street corner I found everyone talking about the king. They whispered that the doctors could do nothing, as well as the witches. They murmured that the princess was very grim and beautiful, even in the midst of grief, very mature beyond her real age. And as I moved along, I felt sure.
Melani is behind all this. He sent his illness by magic, killing his sister many years ago, so that the woman would not change her mind and divulge their secrets. Melani causes Omar to get sick and is forced out of town, to a place that does not allow the man to realize that the spell they created is still active on Riana. Perhaps now Omar is also lying dying. And now Melani will kill the king, so that Riana can become Queen, making her more attached to the throne.
I was less quick to act.
Devan, it suddenly occurred to me, I wish you were here. Here, walking beside me, to tell me that it was not too late, that he would go find Diana and fix everything. To wrap his arms around my shoulders so I could put my face on his shirt and tremble at the worry of the man I thought was my father. To give me a carefree smile and say that, together, we can find a way.
The sense of longing inside me was so strong that I looked up, almost believing Devan was standing before me. But he wasn't there. I could only duck my shoulders and sobbing walking in the crowd who continued to whisper, feeling small and alone.
So, while the entire city seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for whether the king would stay alive or die, I was preparing to overthrow the girl who was considered a princess. I do it very carefully, sagging, always looking back on my shoulders to be wary of Melani or her spies. It slowed my progress, so that should only take one more day to four days.
On the way to the campus library with Paula, I found a map of northern Thorvaldor, showing Saremarch in great detail, and did not hesitate to sneak under the cloak and bring him home.
I hid the paper I had torn from the genealogy book under a loose floorboard under the bed in my new room, along with a copper container containing the last seer's confession. After considering it again, I put Devan's map there, just in case. I practice spells that can make me look old or younger, red-haired or blonde.
However, with the high risk I was facing, I could feel the magic locked inside, closed to near naught, and I only took it out a little.
I finally decided that I had done everything I could do, other than ride a horse and get out of gate V. The only thing I haven't done is tell Paula that I'm leaving.
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