Page 150 of The Throne's Undoing

Myra shook her head and ignored Laurince, her attention solely on the seer. "I--I don't know. He never had a gift. He was just a boy."

"There is always a reason for why he takes someone. He took Kalisandre because of her gift of manipulation in the hopes of weaponizing her. He took me to guide him down the path. But why did he seek out your family?" the seer demanded.

"He took us because of me," Myra said firmly. "He used me to manipulate Kallie. I...I already know this."

The woman shook her head. "No, my dear. You were only a bonus gift."

I was going to just take the one child, but I suppose I can make use of both.

The king's voice sifted into her mind, the words he spoke before he killed her parents. Myra had given those words little thought over the years, but now she couldn't help but wonder if she had been wrong to ignore them.

Myra's brows drew together. "But my brother is giftless. He's just a normal human."

"No one is normal. Everyone serves a purpose in this world, and your brother is more powerful than you think."

Myra didn't understand. Her brother did not have a gift. But if what the seer said was true...

Myra scooted closer, her knees scraping against the grime on the floor. "We have to save him! You have to tell us where he is! We have to make sure the king cannot use him too."

"Myra," Laurince warned.

Time was ticking, yet Myra would not leave until she got her answers.

She shook her head, tears burning the back of her eyes. "We can't. Not until she tells us where he is," she pleaded.

"He is gone. I have told you this. Listen to the guard. You must not waste your time, for you will not find him within a cell. You will see him, but you will not be able to reach him," the seer said.

Tears began to fall. Myra would not leave without Mynhos. She made him a promise.

"I have to try at least," Myra whispered, her entire body trembling.

"Try you will, but you will fail. The king has had his claws in him for far too long. Not even your gift can free him."

"But--"

"You and your brother are not the same," the seer said with a shake of her head. "Your brother has already been made into a weapon."

"He cannot just keep my brother! I made a promise," she cried.

"Some promises are not meant to be kept." The seer wrapped her fingers around Myra's hand, pulling Mrya closer. Her words grew harsher, sharper, the previously gentle tone gone. "If you do not grab the blade, you all will die."

"Blade? What blade?" Myra asked, voice panicked as her gaze flitted across the woman's face.

The woman dropped Myra's hands and sunk back against the wall. "That is all I can say. If I say more, the future will shift, and there is no telling the outcome if that happens."

Tears laced the bottom of Myra's eyes, threatening to spill over.

"Go now," the seer ordered. "Do not go searching the dungeons. You will not find anything but death there."

Myra stared at the seer, and her vision began to blur. "Come with us," Myra begged.

The seer shook her head.

"But you've been helping him! You've been telling him the future."

The woman smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. "The future is not something he can control. The future is constantly moving, shifting. To many, knowing what is to come is seen as a gift, a blessing even. People view it as a way to prevent the inevitable. But in truth, it is a curse. I am too weak. I haven't left this castle for over twenty years. If you take me, I will slow you down. The captain is strong but not strong enough to carry more than the king."

"Myra," Laurince said from behind her, "she's right. We need to go."

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