Amelia
“It’s not the arrowhead, just the fact that the weapon was made of silver,” Prince Owen replies, as if it’s a sufficient response.
“Okay... so why is it significant that the weapon was made of silver?” My question echoes slightly down the pitch-black tunnel over the sounds of our steps.
“What do you mean?” the prince asks back, sounding almost annoyed. “Obviously, if someone is building an arsenal made of silver that would be bad.”
“Why?” I ask, wondering why he hasn’t answered my question yet.
The prince pauses, but we both keep walking. “Do you not know why silver would be bad?”
I’m so overwhelmed and exhausted that he’s really starting to frustrate me. “No. That’s why I’ve asked you three times now.”
“Oh, sorry,” he says. “It just never occurred to me that someone would
