Aster tensed.. She remembered crying many times over such a decree from her King.. Her hatred power had started to rise higher from that little fact alone.. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You are doing the right thing, trying to protect them.." </span></span>She said, her voice soft..<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"How many does she have now?"</span></span>She asked curiously.. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Did she ever commission Something to hold those souls from The royal scientist? Or do you not know?"</span></span>She asked.. Maybe this timeline hadn't made the same mistakes as hers did.. Maybe it was different here..