Chapter Thirty – They're spelled.

Cold Prince sat down besides the only available chair besides his mother. Her eyes turned back to normal and she smiled widely. 'You shouldn't be using your abilities. You just recovered" he smiled back. It had been a long time he had a casual conversation with his mother, he missed them. He did know this one won't be casual. But a sequel to her earlier suggestion of him being coronated King. He'd like to. The ministers had talked to him about it while the last three years but he wanted his mother awake by then. 'I can't help myself. And about you being King, you know you need a Queen. By tradition" she went straight to the point. He smiled wider, 'Damned tradition. The same tradition stopped us from inhibiting the dark magic. Are we still following that?". She sauntered towards him, moving her head like she was in deep thoughts. They were indeed some traditions that they had ignored. For their protection. Inhibiting the dark magic was dangerous and that was the only reason it