Elizabeth Moore
Elizabeth focused on the soup as she ate, feeling Flint's eyes on her, though she refused to look at him. Catdo hopped up on the bed and laid down next to her, his head on her lap. She gently scratched behind his ear as she ate, while Flint walked out of the house, coming back a few moments later. She shook her head at his words about the mystic and how he should have been ready for something like this. She wanted to speak up, to argue, but she knew it wouldn't do any good.
Elizabeth glanced up at Flint when he asked about the Mystic's reading, a small frown tugging on her lips. "I don't know. I don't really want to think about it." She said, the Mystic's words ringing in her head, she didn't want to believe the words about her future, sure that she could change her future, not believing that it was set in stone. "I just can't shake what she said about my father. I know how he died, the king told me." She murmured, her eyebrows crinkling as she thought, wondering what the woman could have possibly meant. She pushed the bowl away as she finished eating, picking up her father's sword, resting it on her lap.
Elizabeth focused on the soup as she ate, feeling Flint's eyes on her, though she refused to look at him. Catdo hopped up on the bed and laid down next to her, his head on her lap. She gently scratched behind his ear as she ate, while Flint walked out of the house, coming back a few moments later. She shook her head at his words about the mystic and how he should have been ready for something like this. She wanted to speak up, to argue, but she knew it wouldn't do any good.
Elizabeth glanced up at Flint when he asked about the Mystic's reading, a small frown tugging on her lips. "I don't know. I don't really want to think about it." She said, the Mystic's words ringing in her head, she didn't want to believe the words about her future, sure that she could change her future, not believing that it was set in stone. "I just can't shake what she said about my father. I know how he died, the king told me." She murmured, her eyebrows crinkling as she thought, wondering what the woman could have possibly meant. She pushed the bowl away as she finished eating, picking up her father's sword, resting it on her lap.