Sixty-Six:
Prince Raoul
There was a reason I had kept Reina close. It wasn’t only that I was in love with her. It was also because she had visions. I woke up to the sound of Reina coughing. “Reina!” I called. “Reina!” Reina’s eyes had gone white and I could no longer see her irises. She was convulsing, her body shaking. Her mouth opened, and out came the language of the Old Gods. Ones I couldn’t understand.
I had grown up seeing her have these visions. Yet, each time, it left me frozen, too stunned to do anything as I watched. “Reina!”
My guards burst through the door.
“Your majesty?!” the guards called. “Should we call a doctor?”
“No, help me make her comfortable.” I got up from the bed, one of the guards
