Lika smiled, despite her fears, “It is an honor to meet you Sir Cronic I hope-” she was cut short as the serpent laughed, if that’s what he was doing. It almost sounded as though it was hissing and barking simultaneously. Lika turned to Blue, who was eyeing her with his crystal blue eyes, and was about to ask him about the serpent when Cronic spoke.
“Yesssss, you are one of the higher classss. Pleasssssse, call me Cronic, Sssssir is not nessssssasssery.”
Blue chuckled from beside Lika as though Cronic had said a droll joke. “Cronic isn’t used to being called ‘sir’. Excuse me, Lady Lika, but it would be wise to forget all that your parents trained you with because we’re going into a more perilous part of the country that would just die to possess your lifeless body.”
Lika stared at him in bewilderment; everything she had grown to know and learn to be forgotten? She smiled at him as though it were a joke. “That’s funny, Blue, I couldn’t give up my-”
“The boy isssssss quite right,” Cronic said as he slithered closer, his golden eyes stared into her silver ones. “The humansssssss think you have passssssssed on to the next realm. It would sssssseem wissssssse not to act proper anymore becaussssssssse of thissssssss. You’re name sssssssshould alsssssssso be changed….”
She looked at him with horror in her silver eyes; her name was to be changed too? Lika moved her silver eyes to Blue, then to Cronic. “But . . . that’s like taking my individuality away-”
“It is for your safety as well as ours,” Blue said wistfully. His gaze had left her when he had spoken and now it returned to hers. “You’ve got to understand because if we say your name out in public, then there could be hordes of people either wanting to see you or wanting to kill you.”
Lika nodded and understood but the brighter side came to her: her name would be lost with her parents, the name that they had given her to carry on the names of the royal ones. The first Lady Lika had come to the royal family, marrying to the king at the time. The second had come another time around but she died in a traveling accident. Lika was the last, so far, so giving up her name was giving up a family tradition, but it was for the best. “Alright,” she said finally, “what do you have in mind?”
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