"I...I" I tried to recollect the words before those dark eyes of his met mine and made my well-formed question disappear with the rest of my thoughts.
Giving up I ask him blunt and straight "What makes you so sure that I'm the queen and this is not some huge mistake ?" I ask "No offense to you but I'm very curious " I add
"None taken, "He says calmly "You are the queen , It's no mistake " There is not the slightest doubt in his voice only absolute certainty.
"How can you be so sure ?" I repeat again
"The fates are never wrong " He states
"Fa...." I blink " Wait! What? You mean those three ugly old women who spin life fabric or something like that " I vaguely remember reading about them. After all their whole fate deciding powers are not an easy thing to forget,
"Well, They do spi
