“Then change back.”
“Are you afraid of me?”
“Even no one is insane enough to know you and not fear you.”
“But you know me quite well, Amethyst.” Something about the way he calls out my name injects fear itself in my blood. His violet eyes are so dark, there is barely any light that reflects the surface. “And that is saying a lot, considering that there are no many that knows me well enough and still exist.” My mother, Clarisse, and Aunt Meggietta, both his sisters, are no more. “You don’t have to fear me, since you are in my good side.”
“You’re only saying that because you won’t be Emperor if you don’t keep me around.”
A divert chuckle escapes his lips when he hears this. “I’ll forgive you for saying that this time, Amethyst, because I know just how distracting the phrase you are curr
