Nymphea Vol II: The Rise Of Ill Fates
In the heart of the Nymphaea, Silvia had found herself in deep trouble. After waking up and finding out she was no longer the princess, she had not left her room.
" What is going on? Am I dreaming? I have to be. Yes! That's it, I'm dreaming!"
Silvia paced around the room as she panicked. The last thing she remembered was lying in what looked like a cold room below the castle. She thought they had taken her for operation because her illness had worsened but now she had woken up with more problems than she had before.
Amiss all of her commotion, Kye entered the room looking extremely annoyed. He sat in the chair next to the bed with his arms folded. He leaned back so the back of the chair touched the wall behind him. Kye pointed at the edge of the bed.
Silvia slowly walked toward the bed with her eyes watching him the whole time. When she sat down she could feel Kye tense up.
"Nafilah, I don't know what stunt you’re trying to pull but it needs to end now. If you’re in some type of trouble or taking some type of offer, I'll take care of it. So drop the act."
Silvia could understand his concern but she was not who he thought she was.
"I keep telling you and I'll continue to tell you. I'm not Nafilah."
Silvia watched as Kye got angrier and clenched his fist.
"If the townspeople hear you talking this crazy they'll kill you or worse. Please just drop it. I don't know what happened but I can't help you if don't tell me what is going on."
Silvia stood up and walked over the mirror on the wall. She stared at her reflection for a moment.
"I'm not Nafilah. I'm not your sister."