“Who are you?” It was the first sentence that she first uttered to her daughter. Medina sat up. Her eyes alerted with suspicion as she looked at the strangers that surrounded her. “Where’s my daughters?” She demanded.
Elizabeth’s brows arches, and she turned to look at Jeorne with confusion. “What happened to her?”
Jeorne sighed, and walker closer to Medina. “You’ve been under sleeping spell for 20 years, Medi.” He said to her.
Her eyes widened, as she looked at Jeorne from head to toe. A flashed of recognition registered her eyes, and replaced by fear and hatred. As if the memories had came back to her. “What have you done to my lord husband, Jeorne?” She said in a small voice that was full of hatred.
He swallowed and smiled. Guilt filled him like a water slowly drowning him. “We shal
