#Chapter 19: Prisoner to Royalty

The only explanation behind the glowing garden was him, but there was no explanation behind the witchcraft. I desperately looked to him for answers. When did he recognize me? How did he create the glow? His eyes looked farther away as he launched into his tale, his voice low and soft. “When I was young, I was lost in the forest and almost died because of a warrior’s betrayal,” he said, his hazel eyes darkening, “A beautiful healer found me. She healed my body and my mind and then gave me a crystal stone.” I started at that, opening my mouth. “Yes, the glow is from the crystal stone,” he confirmed, “I don’t know why she gave it to me at that time. But when she left, she told me that something useless might be something useful in the future.” He presented it to me right in his hands, and my eyes saturated with tears when I realized I recognized the stone. “She’s right, Cathy,” he whispered, and he kissed me again, our lips