Sibyl’s POV
In the morning, Nuri and I stood in the hallway waiting for my aunt, Dalena.
She was still wearing her cloak, but I could feel her nervousness.
“Sibyl, you know, we witches never get involved in anything related to power. If it wasn't for my sister, I would never want to go into the palace.”
“I know, auntie. Nuri and I will stay with you. Please don't worry.”
“No, just let me go into his palace alone. Don't come in with me. I'm a witch. The King won't hurt me.”
“Yes, auntie.” I took her hand and went with her to the carriage.
The horse's hooves beat the ground regularly. We are getting closer and closer to the palace.
To tell the truth, I am very nervous now. I feel my palms sweating.
Today I will know what happened 18 years ago and everything about my mom.
Since our
