Chapter 42
IRIS POV
I'm dreaming of my father staring at my mother as she lays pregnant on their bed back in Scotland. He looks stressed, but beautiful with his royal golden eyes. He looked younger and he was holding a gold pendant clutched in his left hand. He looks down at the pendant and rubs his thumb over a weird symbol I have never seen in my life. It looked like three circles linked with vines. The pendant starts to glow in his hand as he whispers, "Are you here?"
"What is your choice Robert?" a beautiful voice appears from somewhere, but I can't locate it. All that I know it sounds familiar.
"Save them both, please..." my father softly whispers.
"This will change your lives forever and remember to keep her safe Robert... she is the heir to my throne," the soft voice whisper
