All She Will Ever Know

The king's question made Naveen frown, her cold blue eyes narrowing like piercing icicles.

"Only the witch who casts a spell or curse has the power to lift it," she said firmly. "You could drain yourself completely, giving the princess your blood, but it wouldn't matter. The spells will keep returning, perpetuating themselves endlessly. If the queen dies, her spells will remain, etched into existence forever."

Though the room was already cloaked in darkness, it seemed to grow heavier still, the air thick with mounting tension. The beast inside Rhaegar clawed at the edges of his control, desperate to break free. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep his wild nature at bay.

Naveen clicked her tongue in disapproval and gave him a sharp, assessing look.