Diana
I froze, completely short of words.
I didn’t want to tell him about this mark yet, so, I didn’t know what to say now.
Despite the lack of practice and the surprise moment, I still managed to compose myself and talk.
“How do I explain this so you can believe me?” I shuddered.
“Princess,” he tilted his head in a challenge, “I’m older than I remember, and yet I look less than forty. If you told me there was a goblin that came every night to draw a small piece of this mark since you were eight, I would believe you without asking questions.”
I took a breath and confessed.
I told him about the voice, the message she gave me, and how strange it felt. I told him about the dream and, finally, the pain I felt before getting the branding.
“Huh,” he breathed. He didn’t seem surprised or
