Olessia was stunned by the queen's plea. For a moment, it felt as if she hadn't heard clearly, or hadn't seen properly. The Almighty Her Royalty Ysera was begging?
She couldn't believe it. The queen using the word please toward her… never.
"I'll give you anything you want. Name it, just save my son."
This was the same woman who looked at her like filth, now standing before her and begging her to save Ziven. And Ziven? He hated her and wanted her gone, far away from Aurethia.
Why would the queen come to her? She had never claimed she could help Ziven. If she tried and failed, the blame would be easy.
They would say she was the curse, that her failure worsened his condition. Olessia could already see it… the turned backs, the blames, the quiet judgment if she attempts to help Ziven, and failed. She knew what they were capable of doing.
