Prince Alexander Lincoln POV
I covered my ears as I felt all of the wicked trees were crying using Avyana’s voice as well while saying my name. As her cries echoed in every part of this place, my mind couldn’t handle it anymore. I covered my ears tightly, closed my eyes, and seated on the ground. I did not care if it was dirty or muddy. I kept on shaking my head hoping that it will not affect my saneness. Indeed, this is the reason the Queen’s presence is wicked because of her wicked trees. Yes, they will not harm anyone physically, but when it talks about mentally, they do. No human will ever survive in this situation I am in.
There were a lot of images of Avyana inside my head, some were hallucinations of her crying above the tallest tower in the Queen’s castle and imageries of her ey
