Chapter 10

                                    

                                          
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Mare
                          
"What do you mean? What's so important you need to tell me right now?"
                          
"Why I chose the crown."
                          
I looked down at my palms, as a dead silence rushing through the room. "You told me already, it's your responsibility," I said, a tight, remorseful smile on my face, as I raised my eyebrows.
                          
"No. That was a lie. I don't feel the throne is my responsibility whatsoever. I don't want the crown, I haven't the wanted it since the moment I met you. I don't want to be responsible for the things that have happened to the country."
                          
I knit my eyebrows together in immense confusion. "What do you mean Cal? You made it very clear the throne of Norta was paramount."
                          
Cal smiled sadly. "Promise you won't abort the mission, and commit mass murder if I tell you?"
                          
I looked at him with a look of surprise and horror on my face. "Okay. I promise," telling a possible lie.
                          
"Farley. She's not with us."
                          
"Please elaborate," I whisper, horrified at the five words Cal spoke.
                          
"She's silver. And don't tell me you've seen her blood because even if you have, it was just an illusion."
                          
"What are you even talking about? Can I please have more than half an answer to all of my questions?" I spoke, dragging a hand across my face.
                          
"Have you noticed her uncanny ability to know what other's are thinking?'
                          
I think back, a thousand memories of Farley rushing back to me. Two jump out at me in particular. "Now that you mention it, she did that in the car earlier, telling me to not to turn off my electric wanted signs. And Clara- I know it sounds ridiculous, but she answered a question I mentally asked her." Cal purses his lips and nods in a bitter fashion. I continue, "So she wants you to take the crown?"
                          
"Yes. Farley- Operative Diana Farling, as she calls herself, is a Lakelands spy. I assume she was ordered this mission before the old king died. The Lakelands want to take over Norta, they have for decades. But as long as Maven is on the throne, the Landlands see no way to have any influence on Nortan decisions. But if I get on the throne, they'll have influence, to the point in which Norta crumbles and the Lakelands take over with ease."
                          
"I have a question, why will they have influence on you but not Maven?"
                          
"I know I'm considered "The Weak King," the one who will fracture over decision making, making it much easier to be controlled over than Maven. Also, the Lakelands believe Maven has nothing to lose. If he has nothing to lose, it will be quite hard to blackmail him. I on the other hand, still have people I love. Also, the most obvious explanation, Maven sits on a throne of silent stone while making his decisions, making it nearly impossible for any whisper to influence him." 
                          
"I don't understand. How is she making you do this, what does she have over you?"
                          
"She's a Lakelands whisper. She's threatened me that if I don't follow through with her plan, she'll force me to kill you."