Alfred
“Naomi,” mumble as I wake to another emptiness. Her side of the bed is as it was the night before when I fell asleep. She did not sleep here. She has not slept here since Naica stabbed herself. I know that she is around because I meet her at breakfast. She and Nana don’t talk to me. I should not care, but I do. Too damn much, it’s getting on my nerves.
I take a shower and head out of my chambers and find the Soothsayer waiting for me.
“You have to give the princess up.”
I look at him in disbelief. He, out of all people should know how insane that is. He and I have searched for her for years. Even when people thought we were insane, we persisted. How can he even propose that I give her up now?
“Perhaps, she was never meant to be yours. Perhaps your role was to find her and bri
