Chapter (31): Familiar voice

"This is tragic, I had hoped to earn help from her, can I see how her eyes had turned? Maybe that was a curse or spell, not just damage."

Miguel was amazed that how he had found out about Luna with details.

"Your grace, how do you know about all of this?"

Wilmore gazed around but he didn't see the butler.

"Your butler was seeking after a cure, he had met a physician the day I spent in his clinic. I heard everything."

He explained to him. Natasha bite her tongue not to scream how much she hated him for this wicked act. He wasn't here to apologize, he was here to torment the girl and urged her to be a part of this hateful plan.

"Yes, I sent him there." Miguel heaved a sigh out.

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Behind the curtain, Luna waited to hear how the prince would answer her uncle's question.

She squeezed Elizabeth's hand as the voice rang in her head, his voice sent the cold sweat ran down his spine. That voice was familiar.

Elizabeth hugged her sister who was shaking, thinking that what on the earth had brought such a fear to her. The shock was strong and she scarcely afforded to calm her sister.

"You are safe, Luna! I will kill everyone who might hurt you."

"Elizabeth, that voice," she let out between her gasping breath.

This time Luna couldn't simulate that she had lost her memory. She could lie at all.

Elizabeth discreetly looked back then turned to Luna, "just take a deep breath, soon many things will be clarified."

Luna followed what Ell suggested. That voice simmered her blood, made her mind run chore in panic.

"Alright," Elizabeth saw Ryan who headed to the second floor.

She grasped Luna's hand and they ran.

"What are you doing?"

It was Lisa that gave rise to their halt.

They turned back, and she approached the girls. Luna surged further and hugged her. Lisa winced. She could not understand what was going on.

Luna clearly heard that the prince denied what he had done. He was a rascal, a lier that didn't deserve to be called a man. He thought that Luna was related to the witch in that forest, the witch that possibly cursed Luna.

"Girls, you are here!"

Before Lisa could ask her question or Luna could say a word, Ryan appeared in the corridor.

Luna felt warm and safe as she felt him being there. She released Lisa and gathered her strength and stood straight.

"Yes, how can we help you?"

Elizabeth asked, she heard why he was there but pretended.

"The prince wants to meet Luna."

Lisa frowned and grabbed Luna's hand.

"I am coming with them."

Ryan had no protest. He turned on his heels.

"You were eavesdropping, am I right? What did they say?"

Lisa asked, her eyes following Ryan.

"We were just passing by, but the Prince thinks that Luna saw the witch two years ago!"

What Elizabeth said was vague so Lisa stopped her, asking her to explain understandably.

Descending the stairs, where the Prince was seated was in the direction that gave him a full view of them arriving. Wilmore's eyes stopped on the girl who was coming by leaning on the woman with white hair. She was a muse, a hidden gem. He could now understand why Lord James kept his daughters out of reach so no one in the court ever saw their faces.

For the first time, Wilmore felt his heartbeats that were pacing each step she took ahead to reach them. The girl's hair was wet and declared that the noise of chill he heard from farther belonged to them.

His eyes averted and snatched the Lord's eyes that were sharp and fixed on him. He blinked and rolled his eyes off him. Why was this man looking always extraordinary? He felt that Miguel James could read his mind and what he was thinking now.

The Lord got to his feet and walked to them.

"This is my wide, Mrs. Lisa James."

Lisa smiled and bowed, shoving her dismay away.

"This is my pleasure to meet such a warm and sweet family."

Hux grinned, faded, he couldn't remember if Wilmore ever let out those words.

"Welcome, your grace."

Lisa greeted him.

"I am Luna."

Luna was trying to beseech the gods to help her. She followed the voice direction and saw the white figure. Why his shadow was different than others? Was he alive?

"This one is Elizabeth."

Wilmore peeked at the other one who was entirely different. She was beautiful but he doubted if they were sisters because he could sense no similarity, not in their blood. Elizabeth had a mean expression and her gazes were wild, they were disobedient.

Lord James made sure they were fine being seated. He was treating them carefully as if he was carrying glass.

"Well, let's begin!" Natasha was sick of the heavy air around her. The knights weren't deemed to take care of such a kind issue.

"Yes, Lady Luna! Tell me one thing, do you remember anything about the night you had an accident?"

The Prince asked her the question. Luna thought he might have been able to find out if she lied.

"I do remember everything hazy not with details. The sleet was strong and a rider hit me and then my head stroked the stone. After that, I woke up in my bed."

She didn't explain too much.

Elizabeth looked at her uncle who was not shocked.

"Didn't you see any witch on your way?"

He continued.

"No, but I felt that someone was following me that was why I began to run out of fear then things ran like what I told you."

Wilmore could not read her face, she was vague and mysterious, very impressive. The girl who was holding that strange book was unreadable and not comprehensible such as the book that he was curious about.

"Can I check your eyes?" The prince asked and Ryan frowned.