The Secret Prophecy

Chapter 67: The Prophecy

The grand hall of Raphael's palace was nothing but fancy.

Lirian was in the center of it all, her chin held high despite the unease gnawing at her. 

On her shoulder, Pedro shifted restlessly, squawking every now and then as if already agitated by the confrontation that was about to happen.

Raphael sat on his gilded throne, his posture looked regal but his eyebrows furrowed as he regarded Lirian. 

His blazing gaze looked briefly at Pedro before returning to her.

"You requested an audience, Lady Lirian," he said, carefully neutral. "I granted it out of respect for Gabriel, but I hope you don't intend to waste my time."

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," Lirian said, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "I'm here to discuss Gabriel's release."

Raphael arched an eyebrow. "Gabriel committed treason by killing the king. I don't think there's much to discuss."

Lirian held up a finger, signaling for patience.