It had been hard to sleep lately. While she’d taken in comfort, having the Ice King at her side, it just wasn’t 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 it’d be gone again.
And now, her body was acting against the Queen’s will. Where she could normally shape herself at a whim, there was a strange bulge in her stomach, which wouldn’t go away no matter how she tried. Small now, but she’d been told it would grow with the mysterious child within. She still didn’t fully understand this new sensation, and while she didn’t speak of it, she was frightened. There was so much she didn’t know and so little answers…
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 didn’t quite agree with the changes she’d been going through? She couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t. The fog was so strong, leaving her helpless and she called out to the woman - perhaps she would have the answers she wanted?
“You…do you…do you know who I am…?”
At the question the Prophet’s heart immediately sank. A painful expression flashed across her face and she could feel a weight forming in the pit of her stomach.
She doesn’t know me? She just forgot–after 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 didn’t forget. The queen wouldn’t forget such a thing, wouldn’t forget her …right?
“I do…Queen are you–do you remember anything? Do you know what happened?”
Being looked at with those familiar eyes made the Prophetess feel queasy, but that wasn’t 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 Prophet’s troubled past was momentarily clouded by the Prophetess’ concern for her.
