Thunder rumbled outside, sending sudden sparks of eerie glows inside the dark room as Tesarius let Holand's words sink in.
Mertyll, was dead. Mertyll, Sera's nanny and head Lady in waiting, is dead. Killed. Right after the death of Sera.
What is going on?
"Tesarius," Amalia called slowly, her eyes feigning worry. "Are you alright?"
"I-I'm… fine." Tesarius muttered, stumbling backwards before he pulled himself together, holding back the searing headache that was taking over him. "Explain, Holand."
