It had been hard to sleep lately. While sheâd taken in comfort, having the Ice King at her side, it just wasnât enough to ease her these days. Her memories were still so hazy, and every time she thought she could finally reach them, her brain seemed to scramble with an intense pain and itâd be gone again.
And now, her body was acting against the Queenâs will. Where she could normally shape herself at a whim, there was a strange bulge in her stomach, which wouldnât go away no matter how she tried. Small now, but sheâd been told it would grow with the mysterious child within. She still didnât fully understand this new sensation, and while she didnât speak of it, she was frightened. There was so much she didnât know and so little answersâŠ
So here she was, standing in moonlight, far from the Ice Kingdom. Her crown was held loosely in one hand, if only for a bit of reprieve. Lately, it seemed her headaches were worse when she wore it. Perhaps the Sphere didnât quite agree with the changes sheâd been going through? She couldnât say. But at the very least, there was something soothing in the crisp, cool air.
This was interrupted, however, by a presence that the Queen had somehow missed. More importantly, a voice, one that struck her to her core. Something so intensely familiar, but she couldnât seem to place a name. The owner was important, somehow, if the Queen were to judge the way her heart raced and her face flushed.
She turned almost instantly, met face to face with a mysterious woman. Who was she? Her mind tugged desperately, telling her she had to remember, but she simply couldnât. The fog was so strong, leaving her helpless and she called out to the woman - perhaps she would have the answers she wanted?
âYouâŠdo youâŠdo you know who I amâŠ?â
At the question the Prophetâs heart immediately sank. A painful expression flashed across her face and she could feel a weight forming in the pit of her stomach.
She doesnât know me? She just forgotâafter everything? Did she want to forget?
The Prophetess gritted her teeth, pushing down those questions and her unwanted emotions. She tried to will away the warmth forming on her cheeks and the slight shakiness of her voice. Of course she didnât forget. The queen wouldnât forget such a thing, wouldnât forget her âŠright?
âI doâŠQueen are youâdo you remember anything? Do you know what happened?â
Being looked at with those familiar eyes made the Prophetess feel queasy, but that wasnât important right now. She would have to take this slowly, as to not overwhelm the queen. Clearly something had happened to make her forget. The Queen and Prophetâs troubled past was momentarily clouded by the Prophetessâ concern for her.
