After a few seconds of silent deliberation, I speak again. "But what I don't understand is where I fit in, why do they need me?" What I mean is why they need me alive. If I am his Bolga, then do they no longer have necessary proof that his line is saved? What do they belong to a royal lineage? I don't think they need me alive to prove that"
"You are our Bolga" replies the boy "with you we will have our Royal status again, our legitimized blood. We just have to take you before the council to be validated and we will have back the power that was taken from us"
"And what will happen to me once they have what they want? They're going to ditch me like a disposable plate" My voice sounds sour, but I'm not terrified. After having experienced so many things in such a short time, I think I had al
