Something is wrong.
“Keep Geraint and Pryderi with you at all times. Be strong for me sweetheart. Just be strong.” He whispers. I watch horrified as his eyes roll back in his head, and he sinks to the ground. I grab at him frantically to try and stop his progress, but he’s too heavy, and I’m too clumsy. He crumples into a heap at my feet. Geraint and Ermin are by his side in a second checking his breathing and pulse. They scream for the physician.
I can’t breath.
I look up to see Malvina walking slowly towards us, just behind the King. She is smiling, a smile filled with so much malevolence and glee, that I feel fear squeeze my chest. In that moment, I know that she has done this.
Lycur underestimated her.
I underestimated her.
I look at the King for help, but he is kneeling bes
