“Father was arguing with Hector. I could not hear exactly about what, but father grew angry
and turned his sword on him.”
“Your father is not quick to anger,” Edna says as she sits down.
“No, he was not...”
“Yes. Was,” Edna corrects herself as she looks into Morion’s eyes.
A moment of silence passes.
“It was then that I noticed him,” Morion begins coldly, “the cloaked man who killed father.”
Edna winces as though a sharp pain has cut through her.
“The cloaked man. Did you see his face?” she asks reluctantly.
Morion looks far beyond Edna as she remembers when her and the Necromancer locked
eyes.
“He smiled as he looked up at me. With his blade in my father he smiled...”
Edna closes her eyes and raises her head, deep in thought.
“That man is no normal man. He has no land, yet carries much power in the south. He is
known only as The Necromancer. He is evil incarnate.”
“What reason would he have to kill my father?”
“Think hard. Hector was involved. He was always a little ‘off’ as you know.”
“As well as jealous. He believed his father was supposed to be the rightful King, but when he
learned that uncle had conceded the throne to father, Hector grew contemptuous and...” Morion
trails off.
Edna smirks.
“Hector’s father died rather recently, did he not? And last night, Hector and his ally
murdered your father.”
“Hector struck a deal with this ‘Necromancer’ to help him remove all obstacles and take over
father’s kingdom?”
“Your kingdom, Morion,” Edna corrects with a swift glance.
“Yes. I suppose so. Which means I am the only one in Hector’s way of fulfilling this plot.”
Edna leans toward Morion as if about to whisper a secret.
“Think hard... was there nothing else that happened, Your Highness?”
“Father had said to go find ‘Him,’ just before the Necromancer attacked,” Morion recounts
with a glint in her eyes.