Outside the window, silver lightning occasionally streaked across the dark sea, like a dazzling torch lighting up the sky. Brand sat silently by the bed, not far away, Princess Magdalene lay flat on the bed, as quiet as a fairytale's sleeping beauty deeply slumbering.
After a while, Otarais's voice echoed in his mind: "Brand, you guessed correctly, this little girl is not human, and even—"
"Not even a living being." Brand's tone was calm and undisturbed.
"So you've already guessed it." The older sister's raspy voice carried a hint of surprise.
