Queen Diana just stared at the retreating figure of her son, speechless at his words. She had never expected that at all. The way this boy talked—it was like he had the wisdom of an old man. It was as if he knew what would happen before it happened. It was making her already ask the impossible question:
"Did he know his mate?"
That question could not be thought. Of course, he was not supposed to know his mate until the Blood Moon, at a certain time given to royals. Sometimes, if the bond was strong enough, even a Blood Moon would not be required.
And then it struck her…
Her son had just come out of the library. That was rare. She had been so caught up in trying to understand the reason behind his rejection of the girl that she had failed to realize that he had not sent anyone to get a book for him—he had actually gone himself.
What did he take? she managed to ask herself, a question she could not answer.
