Elizabeth looked down at her hand as the Mystic trailed her finger across her palm. She didn't say anything as the Mystic talked about her past, everyone knew she was loyal to her kingdom, but when the woman mentioned her father, she stiffened. 'What really happened to my father?' She wondered, her eyes squinting slightly as she glanced up from her hand to the Mystic, but she didn't have long to dwell on those words before the Mystic was moving onto something else. Elizabeth glanced over at Flint as the Mystic mentiond her confusing present, then back the Mystic as she spoke of her future, frowning deeply at the grim words. As soon as the woman let go of her hand, Elizabeth placed it back into her lap, many thoughts were whirling around in her mind. She wanted to know more about everything the mystic has said, but she just couldn't seem to get over the woman's words about her father, they stuck with her the most, not even wanting to think about her future right now. "Wh-what do you mean? About my father?" She asked, looking the woman in the eyes, her own eyes nearly pleading, wanting to know more.