The prince smirked, “Your mind is progressing already, you are strong for a witch.”
I frowned, why was he so happy? Why did my abilities make him so curious, so anxious to see more? I was only a witch, and I had always been told I wasn’t a powerful one, so why now? Why were my powers developing so quickly? I took a step back, slightly dizzy as the mind block put a strain on my body, making it difficult to stand; to concentrate. I collapsed onto my knees, a small trickle of blood slipping from my left nostril as I wiped it away with my hand; Silas taking in a sharp breath.
Prince Bancroft stormed out of the room, his voice echoing in from the hall. “Clean her up, I will be back in four hours to check on progress.”
Blanche came rushing into the room, her eyes wide as she noticed the blood
