KHAL’S POV

“You, well?” I felt worried about my sister. She was in her room for the whole day, even if Higher King Oswald summoned her. She reasoned out that she was sick.

“I witnessed him.” She rested her eyes on the window. She could not even change her clothes from yesterday. Still wearing the white long robe. Her hair was a mess as if she did not comb it.

“Witness, who?” I grabbed one of the chairs, placed it in front of her, and sat there.

“Hali.” Her lips were pale. Possibly due to not eating anything. If Matilda did not inform me, I would not know that she...