“You cursed the king’s heir, the royal house’s blessing, and you turned him into their worst nightmare. For every day he lived, others paid the price. It is only fair that he would want you dead.”

Her head felt light, her heart beating painfully against her ribs.

He went on. “That you went to his wing twice and came back alive surprises me. It means but one thing, he has planned for you a fate worse than death.”

Y/n’s lips parted but no sound came. Her throat was dry, her mind spinning so fast she couldn’t catch her own thoughts. She had cursed him? Her? How? The very idea was absurd.

Her voice came, trembling. “How could I curse him when I have no recollection of this?”

Her father replied at once, his voice stripped of emotion. “The royal seers believed that you were born on The Hollow Hour,” he said. “And somehow, that changed the royal heir’s fate.”