Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,26
who made me a man. “Pardon me, Your Highness,” Cornwall’s voice booms, interrupting my thoughts.
Turning to look back at him from over my shoulder, I incline my chin so that he will continue without me having to actually order the action. He dips his chin, then does as I silently bid.
“Aleida would like to speak with you, Your Majesty,” he murmurs, keeping his voice low and even.
Smirking, I turn completely around to face him. “And what would your mother need to say to me, Cornwall?” I ask.
His nose twitches from my blunt use of my new knowledge of his witch mother. “All I know is that she’s informed me that it has to do with the woman, Sybilla, and possibly where she hails from.”
I take a step toward him just as a commotion causes me to freeze. Reaching for my sword, unsheathing it immediately just in time to see Merek burst through my door, a beautiful woman at his side.
“Godiva has information,” he announces.
My gaze shifts from him to the woman, then back to him again. “This is the powerful witch Godiva?” I ask, arching a brow in disbelief.
His lips twitch for only a moment before they return to a frown. “She is.” He nods.
Sheathing my sword, I cross my arms over my chest and tilt my head to the side. “I must have Aleida present. She will need to hear this,” she demands.
“Cornwall, fetch her and bring her here.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” he says as he turns and his feet carry him quickly out of my chancery.
Merek wraps his hand around her waist and guides her over to a chair. I watch the two, wondering if there is more to this than I am able to see with my own eyes. Then, right in front of me, she waves her hand and before me sits a frail-looking old woman.
“What in heavens…”
“The world will not bother a pretty maiden, Your Highness. They will not think of her as anything but a pretty maiden. But an old woman living out in the woods alone, she is no doubt a witch and a target,” she explains.
“You are wise, Godiva,” I murmur.
Merek chuckles. “She plays with men’s hearts is what she does,” he says.
“Only for a bit of sport, Merek,” she snaps.
I can’t contain my own laughter. That is how Cornwall and Aleida find us a few moments later, laughing at the situation at hand.
“Godiva,” Aleida rasps as soon as the door is closed and we are all in the room alone and away from prying ears.
Godiva slowly stands, turning to face the other witch. They close the distance between one another and I watch as they embrace in a hug that is bonded beyond simple friendship. They were very close once, if not still.
“It is time, Aleida.”
“Yes, I know,” she whispers.
“Women of the crystal, please explain to me what you are referencing,” I demand, my admiration and humor now vanished as they obviously are speaking in code.
“The Prophecy of Sisters,” they say in unison.
Chapter Nine
ELIAS
“What in the name of Hades are you talking about?” I snap.
Merek clears his throat. “Listen to them, cousin. I would not have come straight here, through the night and without sleep, pushing my horse far too hard if this wasn’t important,” he says.
I blink and nod my head. He’s right. He would not have done that and he shouldn’t even be here until tomorrow. Narrowing my eyes, I realize that there is only one way for him to have made it there and back so soon, witchcraft.
He smirks and I roll my eyes at the same time he coughs out a laugh. I don’t call him on his lies, there are more important things brewing here and I want to know what in gods bones they’re talking about.
“The prophecy is from ancient times. The story handed down from generation to generation. It has never come true, not even an inkling, therefore it never crossed my mind,” Aleida explains.
“What is the prophecy?” I growl.
Godiva clears her throat. “It is said that four sisters will be born, not of this world. Four sisters who are born of the same mother and father, yet do not share the same appearance. They are the only ones of their kind in the entire universe.
“Four sisters who will marry and love the fiercest warriors from all four corners of our world. Once all four relationships are consummated, the events foretold in the prophecy will be set in motion, becoming unstoppable.