The Queen was staring at her sister with wide eyes, and suddenly all of the hatred she felt towards Lord Orwyn evaporated as soon as she heard her sister’s situation.
“No.” She said. Her voice was threatening to break but she swallowed like a vile. “Sister Lysa can cure you.”
“Elizabeth, you don’t understand.” She argued.
Everyone was staring at them with concern in their eyes. Including the peasants and Lycanthropes from Nister are looking at them.
“No, I do understand, Rhaena. I was bitten before and Lysa was able to get rid of the mark.”
“Elizabeth--” She cut her off.
“No. You will not die, Rhaena. I need you. You said it so yourself, we were born together and we shall die together.”
The silver haired princess’ eyes soften as tears blurry her visions.
“And, we will.” She mutter
