back in this story. Thanks for all your reviews, and sorry for taking so long to update, I have some more chapters to publish in the next week
Cedric's trips, to get the ingredients for Mael's potions, sometimes took a few days, sometimes a little longer, it always depended on how many places he had to visit to get them all.
He tried not to use magic, not to attract attention, since he knew that if his father was on the king's side, he would use any method to locate him.
Winifred had been so upset with her husband, not only because he had taken her away from her son, but also from her new grandson.
Seven months had passed since she knew nothing about her son, and the fear that something had happened to them took hold of her, she would never forgive Goodwin if something happened to them.
On the one hand, she wanted to be found, in order to know that they are well, but on the other hand she was terrified of what could happen to Cedric.
Goodwin, he had always been on the king's side. Goodwin resented that when his wife was younger, she had a tendency to practice dark magic, a talent inherited by her two sons, that little spark of evil had been seen more in Cedric; when Princess Sofia was a little girl, he had tried to steal her amulet, so Goodwin thought that everything had been plan to get it.
Goodwin was blind, it had been many years since Cedric had stopped trying to steal the jewel.
Winifred tried to talk to her husband on more than one occasion, make him understand that Cedric had changed, that he had to help them instead of continuing to try to take his son to a tragic end.
He had refused to the situation; Given the inability of man to understand, and the need for her to help her son, she made the decision, the only thing she could do without raising suspicion.
One morning Winifred had awakened before her husband, preparing breakfast as she used to every morning. Goodwin would wake up, have breakfast, and go to the castle to bring a report to the King
Mysteriously the sorcerer's magical abilities began to change, there was a bit of awkwardness in performing his spells or potions, to a small degree.
Winifred did not mention anything, she knew that her husband was very proud, and she did not like that they showed it, they were minimal errors, that were increasing with the passage of time.
-Maybe it's the age- Winifred said to her husband, while she offered the Cranberry juice to the sorcerer.
Cordelia, that precocious and ambitious girl, Now winifred knew because that girl had improved in her magical abilities overnight, being that Cedric had been better in his early years in Hexley Hall.
She must have kept those spell books in a safer place, fortunately she could reverse it, she just hoped to have the opportunity to tell Cedric what her sister had done.