The door closed, and she looked towards King Aindrea, who breathed in and out with his hands on his waist. "Leda" he groaned, staring out the window, Leda stepped closer, "The Raca witches do you believe they exist?" He asked.
"I do not know, sire it's been more than twenty years" Leda replied.
King Aindrea turned back, "I can't lose a son" He spat.
Leda lowered her head, holding her hand together, with her gaze focused on the ground, Leda went silent, stunned by his request.
"Tell me, Leda... Wouldn't you do anything to make sure your son's alive today?" He asked, Liviana urged to raise her head, confused and her eyes caught Leda's nail dug into her palm.
Aindrea had no sign of regret, he stood firmly staring at Leda who seemed hurt by the word he spat. She cleared her throat and loo
