A pin could be heard dropping in the throne room. Everyone looks between each other, wondering what name will come out of Marcus' mouth. Even from where I am sitting, I can see the sweat beads forming on his forehead. My stomach is in turmoil and I grip onto my seat just to feel steady. My father is losing his patience with every second that passes, I can hear his heavy breathing become louder.
"Marcus, you answer the King when he asks you a question." Says Bellona.
Finally, Marcus speaks but his eyes remain downcast.
"I can only say what I saw..."
"And what was that?" My father urges.
"When I was in the gardens, I saw the Queen, I mean in her dragon form, flying over the Palace, coming from the North." He glances quickly at my mother who frowns at him. "Then, when I was walking
