The Robin on the Oak Throne (The Oak and Holly Cycle #2) Read Online K.A. Linde

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: The Oak and Holly Cycle Series by K.A. Linde
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Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
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Kierse took a deep breath and then released it. “A magical spell was put on me by a Druid when I was a child. I didn’t realize that I had magic at all until I met Graves last winter. It turned out the spell dampened my powers, and they returned to me fully once it was gone. Around the same time, I started having nightmares, which ended up being memories of my past with parents that I didn’t have any conscious memory of. All I knew—or thought I knew—at the time was that my mom died in childbirth and my dad left me.”

“But that wasn’t the case?”

“No. They fled with me to New York when their families rejected their marriage. With the help of a potion I got from the goblin market and Graves’s powers, I’ve been piecing back together what happened. But I keep going back to the night the spell was put on me, and there’s a block. I get to the room where it happened, but I can’t go inside.”

“What do you think you’ll find in this room?”

Kierse shrugged. “The person who did this to me.”

“What will it accomplish if you find them?”

“I’ll finally have answers,” she tried to explain. “Maybe the person is still alive and I can ask them why they did this to me. I mean, I know that my parents asked him to put the spell on me. To hide me from someone who was trying to harm my family. But I don’t know why they made me forget my past in the process.”

“What could be a reason that person would want you to forget your past?”

“I don’t know,” Kierse said. “The why is evading me. I need more information. Maybe the spell was just protecting me. Maybe the general memory loss is part of the spell. Like to hide my magic, I needed to forget all magic.”

“So it could be nothing more insidious than a side effect of the protection.”

Kierse bit her lip. “It could be, but something tells me that there’s more. My memories are starting to come back, but this memory is still stubbornly stuck. And I don’t know why. So it could be that the Druid didn’t want me to see that memory, or this is some side effect from when the spell broke, or like Mafi suggested, my mind won’t let me see it.”

“And you believe your mind is shielding you from what?”

“Seeing the spell being put on me,” she guessed.

“Hmm. Do you think that was particularly traumatic for you?”

“I don’t know,” she said slowly. “I don’t remember.”

Carrión glanced down at her tea. “But your parents died shortly after that, correct?”

“I…think so,” she whispered.

“Or at least, they abandoned you to the streets and you presumed them dead.”

“Right.”

“How does that make you feel?”

“Feel?” she asked uncertainly.

“About your parents and their abandonment.”

“I don’t know,” she said slowly. “It’s not…great, but I survived.”

“Of course you did. You’re a survivor. But what if you had children, would you want them to have the same upbringing as you?”

“No,” she said automatically, half coming out of the chair in horror. “Children should never have to go through what I went through.”

“No one should have to endure a loss like that.” The doctor’s face was open, and Kierse could see no judgment. “In my experience, the trauma of the loss of a parent, the loss of security, the loss of love is one of the deepest we could ever go through.”

Kierse choked as she tried to swallow. “Yes.”

“And with that in mind, we need to consider that the trauma you endured may have some impact on why you cannot get past that mental block.” The doctor set her tea down before asking, “Is it possible that they died in that room?”

Kierse’s chest tightened. “No, I can get past that night. I can see me leaving with them after the spell is put on me.”

“That’s good. That you can move past it.” She tapped a finger on the arm of her chair. “Do you have a memory of their death?”

Kierse froze. She had been so hung up on the block that she and Graves hadn’t gone further. The thought made her sick to her stomach.

“I don’t know,” she finally whispered. “I don’t think I want to see it.”

“And why is that?”

“Would you want to see your parents’ deaths?” she gasped.

“Both of my parents are dead. I watched my father pass during the war and my mom at a young age. I was there, and it was terrible. The grieving process was excruciating. But that isn’t what happened to you. You were never able to grieve their losses for what truly happened. A new history was constructed around you. That is not the same thing. Just because you have learned how to live with what happened doesn’t mean that you’ve healed from it.”


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