Chapter 533 - Cassandra (1/2)
Some days after her trip to Gringotts, Rowan makes her way to her grandfather's study and hesitates at the door. She had never been afraid of her grandfather nor much less distrusted him, but she felt that her trust in those around her had long ago subtly been destroyed. It had been the conversation with Sir Knight Prince that had truly opened her eyes to the issue.
Rowan had never truly considered herself a victim, but she could not deny the fact that her childhood had left more than a few lasting scars and that most of them were not truly visible to the n.a.k.e.d eye. Perhaps, it was the fact that she understood the terrible truth that only those that you trust and care for can ever truly hurt and betray you.
And even after all this time, there was still that impossible breach that could not be crossed unless she acted. But most importantly, she needed to ensure that her goal would be achieved with or without her as she could not trust that she would remain as she was. And that was the solemn, but awful truth.
Taking a deep breath, Rowan raises her hand and knocks against the door. From inside the study Reginald glanced up from ancient manuscript sitting front of him. It was a terribly old book that carried the foul scent of dark, vile magic. ”Just a moment,” he called out as he placed a silver dragon bookmark between the pages, and closed the book shut, before placing the ancient volume inside a locked drawer that could only be opened by the current head of the Prince family.
”Enter,” Reginald finally said as Rowan stepped into her grandfather's study and closed the door behind her.
”Grandfather might I have a moment of your time?” Rowan somberly asked. ”I would like to speak to you, if I may?”
”If this is regarding you and your brother's training, then the answer is no,” Reginald curtly replied knowing full well that the twins had already tried begging off training more than once before.
Rowan grimaces at her grandfather's words, but shakes her head in reply, and takes a seat across from him. ”No, but Severus and I would certainly would not be displeased if grandfather should change his mind regarding the subject.”
Reginald arches his brow right back at her with a teasing glint visible in the depths of his dark eyes. ”Be as that maybe, I do not think you have come to speak to me regarding such trivialities nor for pleasantries.”
”Grandfather, I am bound by that which I have sworn,” Rowan carefully worded. ”I will need grandfather to draw conclusions based on the facts and the events that have transpired.”
Reginald is silent as he pensively taps his finger against his desk, before coming to a halt. ”Very well, then let us start at the beginning,” he murmured out loud. ”One, you are a farseer much like our forefather, Merlin-.”
Reginald paused with distaste and with a grimace added, ”-And like that of Gellert Grindelwald.” Pursing his lips, he thinly says, ”That which you have seen is a terrible future, and which you have sought to correct. In doing so, you have already chosen your own chess pieces-.”