nyserra shook her head. “look after your family, my prince. that would be more important than the prophecy. trust me.” her smooth voice lowered to a whisper. “the line does not belong to you.”
"No. I must know."
He spoke as he remained looking at her, his eyes narrowed slightly as he moved ever so closer.
"Please. Tell me all that you know. Who is to be the prince who was promised? If not me, but who in my family?"
eyes forcibly drawn from his peace to stare without a discernible expression. “ you are not the first red priestess at the wall, what god you serve do little to influence my trust. ”
“ don’t start a exchange i already have no interest in. ” it was all he said, at eye kept in the vast snow—covered desert that laid before him beyond the wall.