“I’m sorry, Father,” Nira said. “You forbade me from using my powers.”
“I understand, but this is only a small task.”
“Father, you told her—”
“Aurora, I know what I said.” He answered with a stern voice, then he calmly breathed and gazed at Nira. “Amethyst, please do as I command.”
Nira did not know what to do; she tried to think of something, but her mind was blank. She gently grabbed the pen, then pretended to pass out, falling into his arm.
“Amethyst!” Melanie cried out as she ran over to them.
She looked at her daughter as the king walked with her back inside. He laid Nira on the couch as Melanie asked for a moist towel. She whispered to Nira as she gradually opened her eyes.
“Amethyst,” Melanie spoke softly, concerned. “Are you feeling well?”
“Yes, I think something affected m
