“Unfortunately for you, no; he had nothing to do with it. I don’t remember anything,” Armenia says.
“I thought you want to kill him, but it sounds more like you are trying to protect him,” Prince Andrew says, evil lining his tone.
“If I lie and say he turned me will that give him a painful death?” Armenia asks, hoping it will.
“No, much worst, well worst for someone like him,” Prince Andrew says, smiling.
“Tell me,” Armenia tries to compel it out of him.
“Are you trying to compel me?” Prince Andrew asks, laughing.
“What if I was? Why is it not working?” Armenia asks, confused.
“Because of this,” Prince Andrew shows her a vile tied to a string that is hanging around his neck.
“What is it?” Armenia asks, interested.
“Shaman mix. With the right hymn it sets you free from any compell
