Ambrose snapped back to reality very quickly after his grandmother called him out. “Yes,” he forced nervously. “Yes, Katherine Gran.”
“Oh?” Katherine Gran inquired. “All righty then. What did I just say?”
Ambrose began fumbling for the answers. He had picked up a few things. “W-Well, the royals . . . I-If they join, it's said they will become one, be-become a beast! A-A-And, um, n-nobody knows what the beast looks like b-but th-there are sketches, a-a-and . . . “ The words became choked in his throat. He had an idea of what he wanted to say, but he did not know enough to get it out.
Katherine Gran sighed. “Ambrose, this is important! While I may find some of it to be rubbish, it's the theorized history, the lore of our people! We cannot just let go of these stories.”
Ambrose felt the words caught in his throat decay, rotting and turning into a cocktail of guilt and shame. He had a tendency to become very upset when