"Why did my father not tell me about this? Why am I just knowing this?"
Carlos was confused, after reading all these notes, his mood was very complicated. He never knew the truth was like this. When he was in that form, he had suspected it was a curse but he was willing to believe it was just an ordinary sickness. Now he is being told it was an ancient curse that possibly had no solution.
He eyes Flare who couldn't talk and tried to avoid his eyes and sighed, he felt exhausted.
"How were you aware of all this Flare?"
"Milord, my ancestor was a butler to King Gareth, he was the one who drove the carriage in search of the witch who made the curse"
Carlos was surprised, he knew there was something about a coachman who was the only one with the king and queen at that time but he didn't pay attention to that one line amongst the whole tale that made him shocked. He looked up to Flare signalling him to continue.