The garden had become silent.
Only the lanterns quivered in the night breeze, casting moving shadows around the two young women.
Miria's eyes were moist.
— Wow… Isolde… I'm really sorry for you…
- I didn't know you suffered so much...
Isolde shook her head gently.
- No... you don't have to be sorry.
She took a deep breath.
—I haven't always been a good person...
—And the fact of having been mistreated does not excuse my mistakes.
Miria frowned.
— Maybe... but still...
—How can a father prefer one daughter and abandon the other?
Isolde shrugged her shoulders slightly, her eyes sad.
— You know... it's better not to think about it anymore.
—That's all behind me now.
A slight smile appeared.
— Today I am happy… with Henry.
Miria smiled.
—And you're finally going to have a real family…
Isolde nodded.
— Even if I haven't met the king and queen yet...
— You may not know it, but Henry... despite being their nephew...
— He was raised by them.
Miria opened her eyes wide.
—Wait...
—You mean he's considered a prince?
- Yes.
Miria put a hand to her mouth.
— So...
— The king and queen will become... your in-laws?
Isolde nodded shyly.
— Yes...
Then Miria burst out laughing.
— But then...
— YOU and MARLIE… YOU ARE GOING TO BE SISTERS-IN-LAW!!!
Isolde burst out laughing too.
— Yes...
Then his smile weakened.
— Marlie… I already know she is a wonderful person.
— She will be easy to accept...
She hesitated.
— But me...
Miria gently placed her hands on his shoulders.
— Don't ever say that.
She looked her straight in the eyes.
—Just be yourself.
— Sincere, honest...
—And I am sure that the king and queen will love you.
Isolde placed her hands on Miria's.
—Thank you...
—You are truly an incredible person, Miria.
Then she smiled softly.
—You deserve so much to be happy...
—And I'm sure that with Asher...
She winked.
— Even if I don't know him... seeing how you talk about him...
- You will be very good with him.
She added, more seriously:
"Ray doesn't deserve you.
— He loves Isabella… and plays with you.
Miria sighed.
— It's mainly his pride…
—And then… I don't have time for that.
She smiles proudly.
—As the future queen of wizards…
— I have too many things to do.
Isolde laughs.
— That… I'm sure of it.
Then Miria continued, more seriously:
—And with the threat of Fishlegs...
—We're not really safe anymore.
At the mention of this name...
Isolde's smile disappeared.
His face turned pale.
— Will... Fishlegs...?
Miria frowned.
— Isolde…
—What's wrong?
— You… you know Fishlegs?
- Of course.
—Who doesn't know Fishlegs?
Miria explained calmly:
— He is the number one enemy of all people.
—Wizards, werewolves, vampires, hunters... even humans.
- For what…? Isolde whispered.
— Because of the Founders' Grimoire…
Isolde's eyes widened.
- WHAT ?!
Miria came closer and told him everything:
the grimoire, the founders, the artifacts, the prophecies…
until recent events.
— That's all...
Then she looked at Isolde.
— But...
—Why do you look so upset?
Isolde swallowed hard.
— Because...
— I know him.
Miria jumped up.
- WHAT ?!
—I've seen it before...
Miria, upset:
— Are you sure...?
— He has brown hair mixed with silver highlights...
—And golden eyes... right?
Miria turned pale.
– It's him…
"I met him…" Isolde murmured.
She told everything.
In the end...
Miria stood up abruptly.
— We must warn the others.
- Right away.
Isolde nodded.
Together, they returned to the great room…