Cecilia's POV
Eileen has been acting strange lately. I took off the ring from my finger and looked at the maid who was combing my hair in the mirror, thinking.
"What's wrong with you?" I didn't want to waste energy pondering why she was like this; I wanted answers directly.
Eileen, holding a horn comb, stiffened. Under my gaze, she slowly raised her lowered eyes, meeting mine through the mirror. After a moment of silence, she spoke, "Your Highness, I want to know, do you really believe what that odd wizard said?"
Eileen looked genuinely worried. She had never asked me about it before.
"Eileen," I furrowed my brow with a hint of impatience, "Are you referring to the wizard who brought out the crystal ball that night and claimed I was his destined one?"
"Yes, Your Highness, that person
