“You are a beauty, as I have been told,” Veronious said. “I think I will very much enjoy making a slave of you.”
“I am sure you are surprised to see me conscious.”
“A bit. I thought you far too young and isolated to find true love.”
“Then you underestimated me.”
Veronious smiled. “We shall see.” He had not moved from his place by the door yet and Roland had to wonder why. He flicked a hand toward the sword in Roland’s hands. “I see you have obtained Montcrief’s sword.”
Roland nodded.
“Do you know what the prophecy says, your highness?”
“It says that I am to destroy you with the sword.”
“Oh, no.” Veronious did take a few steps closer than. “It says that you will try, that we will have an epic battle, but in the end, poor Prince Roland will die.”
He shook his head. “Nay, I know the prophecy.”
“You have seen it with your own eyes?” Veronious asked.
He hesitated, for it was true he had not. Still he knew Magnus spoke the truth. He trusted Magnus with his life.