Chapter 85: Prisoner

Without being aware of Nevaeh's gaze on her, Araminta led Nevaeh to a courtroom where Queen Herilda and the others were obviously waiting for her.

"You're back." Queen Herilda smiled at her as she graciously gestured for her to take a seat by her side. Nevaeh obediently nodded and slowly walked towards the seat. She noticed all eyes were fixed on her, and they were all waiting for her to say something.

She looked at the queen who had a calm and relaxed look on her face unlike the others who seemed quite anxious. She remembered the witches' words.

'Enemies are more within than without.'

From what the witches had said about the demon lord knowing about her in the past, it was certain there had been traitors walking in their midst. Someone knew something about this hidden descendant which she had surprisingly come from, and might had told the demon lord. Her grandmother clearly would have known, hence why she had tried to hide all her whimsical and childish actions like making Engel a pair of wings.

Nevaeh felt she might have been a hand full as a child. Shamelessly chasing after a lord thousands of years older than her simply showed how troublesome she must have been.

Her gaze skimmed through all the faces surrounding her and she couldn't help but think there might still be enemies sitting in her midst at the moment. She stealthily glanced at Araminta finally understanding her warnings. Warnings she must heed to ensure her safety.

Someone here was either after her powers or was working with the demon lord. But which was it?

Noticing how impatient the gazes on her grew, she glanced at the Queen and said, "The sisters helped me regain fragments of my memory."

"Fragments?" Someone said amidst them.

Nevaeh's eyes looked at the man who had said it. His gaze was weirdly locked on hers. "Yes." She replied taking note of the face. She returned her gaze to the queen and continued. "The memories were horrifying. The sisters said the rest will return with time." She added. She wasn't lying, after all the sisters had said so.

The queen held her gaze for a while before slowly nodding.

"It must have been troublesome for you reliving all those memories. You should take some rest." Queen Herilda said and waved her hands, and a servant approached.

"Take her to her room." Queen Herilda ordered and the maid nodded.

Nevaeh had something to say but she kept quiet. She didn't want to say anything suspicious, so she simply turned around and left.

In her room, Nevaeh's heart pounded ferociously. A lot had been learned today, and all, she had to accept.

She had to accept she wasn't ordinary and that she was someone with mysterious powers. Accept that there might be immeasurable responsibilities hanging over her shoulder. She was someone who had to protect people she cared for and those who cared and sacrificed enough for her, most especially Engel. Now she understood her innate desire to always comfort and protect him.

Nevaeh felt drained and overwhelmed, so she just kicked off her shoes and laid on the bed.

She had to go home. She missed home by every hand of the clock that ticked. She wanted to go back to Engel, not just to be with him, but to seek his guidance. He was more knowledgeable in all this, and who best to help than the man who knew and understood her the most.

Still lying on her bed, she wondered how soon she'd be able to leave here.

Due to the fatigue in her bones, her eyes became heavy and droopy. She had barely slept off when faint footsteps slowly began to waft through her ears. She drowsily stirred up and her eyes moved round the room but there was no one. She sighed and slept off.

In her sleep she had another dream. It was similar to what she had seen in the cave, but this time it was more organized, and more detailed. It was all her memories. Memories of her past.

Nevaeh woke up feeling less overwhelmed than she had always felt. She felt a tad bit lighter from all the heaviness that has swallowed her for weeks. Heaviness brought by mysteries around her.

Hurriedly she got herself ready. She wanted to see the queen and request to be sent home. She would recover the rest of memories from home while she talked to Engel about all she had discovered, and together they could look for a way to get his powers back.

Nevaeh made her way out of the room and wandered down the hallway. She had no idea where she was going, but she was certain she'd see someone to ask for directions.

She had barely walked a distance when that familiar feeling of being watched returned. She paused and looked around but there was no one. She took a few steps back but there was still no one there.

Something was wrong.

Why was she feeling spooked? Had this been weeks ago, Nevaeh would have dismissed this feeling for paranoia, but after all she has experienced she wasn't ever going to look at the world lightly or simply dismiss any feeling she has, ever again.

"I know someone's there. If you are, please come out." She muttered out, even though her heart was slightly pounding out of rhythm. Her eyes anxiously moved around but there was still no one. She suddenly stilled when she heard a rustling sound behind her. Nevaeh snapped her head around but she saw no one.

That was strange. She had clearly heard something now.

She should leave. She shouldn't be wandering around in place where she knew she wasn't safe. She was about walking away when her eyes caught sight of a small piece of paper on the wall. That wasn't there seconds ago, was it? She wondered.

Her eyes moved around as she cautiously walked towards it. She slowly reached for it and read.

'Becareful. Araminta's in trouble.'

Araminta?

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Nevaeh was shocked by what was written on the paper. Her heart quickly began to race as she looked around again, before reading those four words written to her for the second time.

'Araminta was in trouble? How? Who sent this?'

"Is everything okay?" Nevaeh stiffened when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She surreptitiously scrunched the paper away and gripped the side of her gown with her hand before turning to the source of the voice.

"Your highness." She politely greeted with a bow, emulating the actions she had seen in movies.

Queen Herilda observed her, her eyes looking at the hand holding the side of her gown, before looking at Nevaeh's face.

"You must be lost." The queen said and Nevaeh readily nodded.

"I was about looking for you, but there's no one to point the way for me." She explained, her hand tightly squeezing the paper in her hand. She noticed it was just the queen and a few guards who were there today.

Where was Araminta? Did the queen know she was in some sort of trouble? What sort of trouble was she in? These were the questions going through her head.

"Are you okay?" The queen asked, obviously sensing her distress but Nevaeh nodded.

"Okay. Come I'll show you around, then you can tell me why you were looking for me." She said to Nevaeh.

Showing her around? Nevaeh felt this was an opportunity to ask about Araminta.

"Do you mind if I ask where's Araminta?" She paused and observed the queen's countenance. If there was something she had realized was that, Queen Herilda seems to conceal her thoughts pretty well. Her face always revealed nothing. But that shouldn't be strange as she was a queen, right? As a leader she had to be unpredictable, but still Nevaeh didn't want to just dismiss any feeling in her.

She continued when the Queen's gentle countenance didn't falter. "She had initially offered to show me around, and I wanted to ask her to remove the spell she had cast on me."

The queen smiled at her. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but Araminta's not around. She's running some errands for the kingdom. But the spell will be fully lifted when your memories are fully complete." She said, making Nevaeh take a quick look at her improving hand. The black lines were gradually fading off already. It was probably only a matters of days now.

Seeing how the queen didn't mention anything about Araminta being in trouble, she kept quiet. Other than Araminta, there was no one she could trust other than herself. This message could be a trap, or the queen could be hiding something.

"So your memories are returning in bits?" The queen asked as they walked along a beautiful garden which once again reminded Nevaeh of home.

"Yes." Nevaeh answered as she stealthily tucked the paper under the strap of her bra. She'd properly ponder on it later.

"That's good." She said as they continued to walk further.

"I'd love to return home now. My memories will return in due time and the spell will be broken." Nevaeh told her.

"But what about your husband?" The queen naturally asked making Nevaeh to look at her.

'What about Engel?'

"What about him?" She asked.

"I told you he wouldn't be able to protect you, but you can learn to protect him and yourself."

"How?" Nevaeh stopped walking, her gaze fixed on the woman.

The queen turned and looked at her. "We can teach you some powerful spells. Spells powerful enough to fight off your enemies, and also enough to unseal your witch powers."

Spells? Nevaeh would love to learn that, but she didn't have the time for that, and getting the hell away from this place was her sole priority. She'd think about other things later.

Nevaeh sighed. "I don't have the time to learn that. I want to go home already. When my memories are fully restored, I should remember some spells, right?"

"Of course, you will. But I'll be better if you recover your memories here. That way you'll get the guidance you seek. And also it's still not safe to open a portal just yet. The demons are still searching for you." Queen Herilda said making Nevaeh frown slightly.

If what she had learnt were true and the memories in her head were real, then the demons wouldn't stop looking for her. So what was she saying?

"What are you saying?" Nevaeh asked, her frown not leaving her face.

Queen Herilda took a step closer towards her and gently brushed her hand through her hair. "What I'm saying is, you can't leave for now, Nevaeh. Wait a few more days, I'll personally open a portal for you and take you home. Your safety is important to us." She said in a very convincing voice, but Nevaeh didn't believe her.

She had a new type of feeling inside her. One that really scared her.

Queen Herilda was keeping her prisoner.

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