61 The Strange Man in the Palace

Cecilia's POV

Eileen has been acting strange lately. I took off the ring from my finger and looked at the maid who was combing my hair in the mirror, thinking.

"What's wrong with you?" I didn't want to waste energy pondering why she was like this; I wanted answers directly.

Eileen, holding a horn comb, stiffened. Under my gaze, she slowly raised her lowered eyes, meeting mine through the mirror. After a moment of silence, she spoke, "Your Highness, I want to know, do you really believe what that odd wizard said?"

Eileen looked genuinely worried. She had never asked me about it before.

"Eileen," I furrowed my brow with a hint of impatience, "Are you referring to the wizard who brought out the crystal ball that night and claimed I was his destined one?"

"Yes, Your Highness, that person," Eileen clutched the comb tightly in her hand, looking both anxious and afraid, "The king detests wizards, as you know. If he finds out you've been with a wizard, then... would the king...?"