Sure enough, there were matching marks on each of their wrists, a strange swirling pattern. ''Do you think this means something?''
''Most likely,'' Greyson's mother said, as she leaned forward, inspecting Archie's wrist with a furrowed brow.
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, as a strange feeling washed over me. These marks were not just patterns, they felt significant, and my mind raced with possibilities. What if they were a sign of something dark coming once they took the throne?
''Who cares.'' Sera said dismissively, ''That's years away. Let's just enjoy them for a minute before we start worrying about their future, so I pushed away those fears.
''We'll worry about their meaning later,'' I said out loud, and yawned, ''Let's just enjoy them.''
''Yes, let's enjoy these wonderfu
