“Seriously, what are you hiding Salamanders’ Prince?” I heard Vestile asking.
With the voices around me, I opened my eyes and eventually remembered everything that happened.
“Aellah!” I shouted as flashbacks back to the Open Field rushed in through my head.
“Calm down Naia. Your friend’s still resting.” I saw Nepturime aiding me to at least sit properly.
My head hurts so bad that if I can go back to sleep, I would do it. But with the gazes from the royal bloods’ eyes, I guess I cannot just escape their curiosity.
“So, as I was asking, are you a Draksia? Naia?” Vestile with her serious tone asked.
Avoiding her stare, I gulped and tried to come up with a good answer.
“She’s not. There must be another reason why her blood is violet.” it was Zephyr who answered.
“Oh, come on Zeph. Stop
