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Prince Eric. The grounds below moved at the accusation his mother just served him, his tongue tied for a good thirty seconds before he finally recovered from the shock, that was when his tongue loosened. “What?” he gasped and stared at his own mother, aghast. “Why would you say such a thing, mother? Why harbour such thoughts?” Queen Neticia signalled to the maid standing to come over and she did. Eric watched his mother order the girl to get them coffee and the girl curtsied and then moved away back to the main building. After the girl had left, Queen Neticia brought back her attention to the conversation, to her impatiently waiting son. She heaved a sigh. “I noticed something when your father and I entered the sickbay this morning,” she said, still leaving Eric in a cliff hanger. “Yes