Elian's POV
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After the brief interaction with the council of fangs, Elian and the royals left for a brief evening stroll.
One that was mandatory… according to Lucian. For some obvious reasons.
[Cough… spoilers. Interrogation on the heart jewel necklace.]
'Who the heck do you keep talking to like that?'
[I don't know, but if I were you, I'd peel my ears open and stick pipes in them. If she knows something about that jewel… it might be your first step in breaking Amara's curse.]
Huh…
The group walked through the palace's garden maze—a place with so much history within so little time.
[Heads against hedges while being railed—]
'Don't make me miss when you were mute.'
[You little…]
"So," Elowen broke the silence, her golden robes catching moonlight like stars. "Sylas, right?" She turned her head to Sylas who walked beside her. Shy and quiet as always.
