Page 77 of Blood Weaver
“I don’t like to repeat myself.” Mykal sent the general a glare that stopped anything else he was about to say. “Continue with the plan. Let’s see how accurate our dear Leila’s information is.”
“Yes, Commander.” The general bowed and exited the tent, but not without sending me a final glare. I waved goodbye and sent him a cheeky smile.
“You sure like to stir the pot everywhere you go,” Mykal chuckled as he watched me.
I shrugged. “I only speak facts.”
“We’ll see. Leila, I am curious about your relationship with Ronan.” He leaned back and crossed his arms over his barrel chest. “I mean, he’s been waiting for the lost princess for most of his life. It’s … odd to see him taken by another woman.”
I looked away. “He’s not taken by me.”
“The fact that you think he’s not is what makes you interesting.” He gave me a knowing look. “Good thingyou’renot the lost princess.” He sighed as he rolled up his sleeves and went back to his documents. “Nowthatwould be rotten luck.”
I frowned. “Why?”
He peered up at me and raised a brow. “You don’t know?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t be asking.” I rolled my eyes.
Mykal laughed. “I just figured since you’re such good friends with Ronan, he would have told you.”
I shrugged and glanced away as if I wasn’t hanging on his every word. “That just goes to show you we’re not that good of friends,” I muttered.
He smirked. “All right, I believe you. But why are you so curious about the lost princess? Do you know her?”
I shook my head. “Not at all.”
“Good.” He chuckled. “Death is all her future holds.”
I whipped my gaze in his direction and gasped. “What?”
His grin widened. “Why so shocked? It’s almost as if …”
“I’m just curious!” I cut him off.
He looked at me and nodded. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop messing with you. If you truly want to know what fate awaits the lost princess, I’ll tell you.” He raised one eyebrow. “But I’ll warn you … once you know, you can’t unknow it.”
I groaned. “Just tell me.”
“Very well.” He stood from his desk and strode toward where I sat on his bed. “There’s a prophecy that the Crimson Clan is trying to realize. One that will bring back the Demon Fox, from whom they originate.”
I sighed. “What does that have to do with the lost princess?”
He waved me off. “Slow down. I’m getting to it,” he smirked. “The prophecy states that the only way to revive the Demon Fox, who was sealed away by the Moon Goddess, is with the return of the next female Blood Weaver.”
“The Moon Goddess?” I murmured. The Moon Goddess was the deity in whom my people believed. Who we, the royal family, got our blood magic from. Until I came along, she was the one and only female blood mage in history.
Warming up to his story, Mykal continued. “You may or may not know that the Moon Goddess used to be the only femaleblood mage, which was for a reason. The Moon Goddess sealed the Demon Fox away using blood magic. The prophecy claims that only a female descendent can wake him, which was why she cursed her bloodline from ever producing a female heir … until Princess Lyanna.”
This history belonged to my people, yet I never learned it. Why? That was a question for my parents. Unfortunately, I had no way of asking them.
“So … the Crimson Clan wants to use the lost princess to wake up the Demon Fox?” I guessed.
He shook his head and wagged a finger. “No, no. They don’t just want touseher; they want tosacrificeher to the Demon Fox. Only her blood can wake him.”
I frowned. “You’re lying.” I thought back to all my encounters with Ronan. He would never hurt me! At least, I didn’t think he would. I couldn’t see him agreeing to this. He—
Seeing the wheels spinning in my head, Mykal said, “If I’m lying, then you can ask Ronan yourself. Although,” he sighed heavily, “you don’t need to worry about any of this since … you’re not the lost princess,” he smirked.
