George's threats didn't faze me, because after hearing about that so-called prophecy, I was already stunned into immobility. My mind was reeling, trying to process the implications of what he had said. A prophecy? A witch's curse? And me, destined to be Richard's downfall? It all sounded like something out of a fantasy novel, not real life.
I stood there, rooted to the spot, as George's words echoed in my head. I……I'm the one who will kill Richard. The thought was almost too much to bear. How could I, an ordinary girl, be the cause of such a fate?
……
I shook my head frantically, as if I could physically dislodge the words George had just spoken from my mind.
"I don't believe it. Not a single word. This is all just a lie," I stammered.
"Then don't blame me for being rude!" George'
