Hazel was feeling somewhat confused. Whatever had just happened, they all very quickly moved on from it.The most she could figure out is that it looked like Kaldrek had done or said something that made Zylvia blush. She looked pleased though, so Hazel figured that she was good with whatever just happened.
Shrugging she sat down, looking at them all brightly. She noticed that the queen looked pretty good for someone who had been attacked earlier that day. In fact there was really no indication on her face whatsoever.
Asrar sat down next to her, a slight frown on his lips. He seemed a little out of it, as if he was deep in thought. There was a gloomy atmosphere about him, that was impossible for her to miss. She felt like sighing, her best friend had a lot of issues he was working out. But she hoped that someday he would feel better about it, and even be able to accept her feelings. Or at the very least, be able to give her a proper reason for not feeling the same, instead of just because of his circ.u.mstances.
Maybe, just maybe, someday, things would be different in Amriel, and he would be able to be himself. She highly doubted it, but was wondering if maybe she could set in wheels some reformations. After all, it was not their fault if they were born with strange abilities.
Hazel let out a puff of air. All of that was highly unrealistic. Her father would never allow it, and while her brother was nice enough, she doubted he would listen to her on this. The royal family was steeped in the prejudice from a young age, and if it was not for it being Asrar, she realized that she would never have started to reconsider these prejudices.
She felt uneasy thinking about this. The fact was that her father found out about what Asrar was then there would be no mercy, shown to Asrar. Her fatehr, while he liked Asrar, did not like him enough to turn a blind eye. If she could help Asrar hide it until her brother took the throne, he might be able to get a lighter sentence. Heron was fond of Asrar, and treated him as a brother.
So, there was a chance for her best friend to be able to live, but only if her brother was in charge. Though she supposed there was a chance that her father might, if she begged him enough, agree to only send him away. But the thought of never seeing him again was a hard one.
What was she even hoping for her brother to do, anyway? Heron would, most likely, exile him, even if he felt bad about it. No matter what, once this was discovered by her family, she would never get to see her Asrar again.
These thoughts made Hazel gloomy the whole time she was eating. Trying to find a way out for her best friend was difficult, and she realized that there were no good outcomes. The best he could get is the ability to live elsewhere, and that only because he had never used his powers to hurt anyone.
Feeling upset she excused herself from the table and fled to her room. She felt so terrible right now, wondering if this was how the end of it would be. She did not want to lose him, she did not want him to go away, and she especially did not want him to die.
Tears flowed from her eyes as she sat on her bed, burying her head in her hands. Hazel really did love her knight, even when he was being all gloomy and depressed, or he was being emotionless. Even when she was annoyed at him, there was comfort just from being near him. From knowing that he would always be there for her. Even though, she realized that it was impossible for him to do so.