Siara's POV
Early the next morning, everything was set for the farewell ceremony. The sitting room was decorated with mourning ornaments, and white mats were spread on the floor.
My father, along with Zamiel, took Zain to the secret room where baby Siara was. Hira was feeding her when they entered, so they had to wait.
When she was done, he asked her to excuse them, and she left immediately.
“Prince Alduin, this is my daughter, Siara,” my father introduced me to him.
“Your daughter? But there has never been news of you having any children,” he said with a puzzled look while staring at the baby.
“Have you heard about the prophecy?” My father asked.
“Isn't it just a made-up story?” Zain asked.
“It wasn't made up. Fifty years ago, the great Shaman had a revelation about the birth of a
