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Deep in the bowels of castle Donovan, the wicked enchantress plotted her next move. She moved slowly, in stark contrast to the way her mind was racing constantly. Every move had to be calculated to perfection, and every action she took would have to be assessed beforehand, to ensure that she wasn’t putting herself in a situation which would compromise her position.
Not that her defeat seemed imminent, she thought as she walked through the empty halls. Certainly Adaria wasn’t as dangerous as many would want her to believe. She’d practically raised the girl her entire life. She knew her well enough to know that if it came down to it, then Adaria wouldn’t be able to do it.
She was a good person, and that was why she would fail in the end.
The silence haunted her. Every now and then
