The Blue Stone III

"There's something in the water, is there?" Nikun asked, staring at the glass he had just emptied mere seconds prior. 

Then, his eyebrows furrowed as a wave of pain began to gurgle up his throat again. Nikun might not be a favored prince, but he was still one. The royal blood of Santok ran through his veins, and he had his fair share of experience with magic before it disappeared from them one fine day.

"Blue kyanite?" he deduced.

"If you know what it is, then get to it," Cordelia said. "Don't waste my time. I have better things to do, and I am sure you have no desire to stay in this musty little dungeon if you're truly as innocent as Daphne thinks you are."

Nikun sighed. There was no way out of this and he knew that very well. Blue kyanite would only become more and more painful the more he dragged on― he might live past his punishment if he told the truth, but he might not if he tried to suppress the effects of the kyanite he had ingested.