Descendants

Silence filled the vast throne hall as Evie's heart shivered from everything she heard. Her heart ached so much for the queen, for her people and this land. And she knew what she was feeling was not just mere sympathy and pity. It was much more than that, as if everyone and everything in this land has something to do with her. The emotions running through her is more than just on the surface. She could feel real pain in her heart and the sadness was similar to what she had felt when she lost her grandmother when she was a little girl. Though she was confused at why she was feeling this way, but she did not try to avoid these newfound affections that were flowing within her.

Trying to swallow the lump in her throat, Evie's eyes flickered towards the now empty throne. "Did the dark fae prince die?" she asked, her voice nearly a whisper. She somehow had a bad premonition even when asking that question.