Queen Cassandra briskly sat up in bed, her breathing was heavy and uneven as she struggled to catch her breath. She rubbed her sweaty forehead with her palms as she slowly blinked her eyes open and looked around the dimly lit room. The walls were a soft white with intricate patterns of gold and silver intermingled. She was inside a large canopy bed, big enough to fit five bodies.
The milky sheets tangled between her legs and her fingers moved to squeeze them tightly.
"Impossible!" Cassandra spat out. She'd just seen a vision of Laura using the power of a witch. She'd turned a blind eye to the girl all this time under the assumption that she was powerless. When a witch hadn't manifested their powers at the age of sixteen—they were often powerless.
"That child will ruin everything." Cass
