The Swordsmiths discovered the dead Queen Thora in her room. Kingspell’s witch-queen had still managed to bring herself there. She laid on her bed with hands folded on her stomach, peaceful and still. Her red hair looked like it had been blanched. She was too young for most of the strands to have turned grey at the roots.
Queen Drusilla attempted to draw some energy from the dead queen. She placed her palm over the body but found that there was nothing left. Even the room had an uneasy quiet, with nothing scuttering about. The castle had its share of creepy crawlies, but the room had none. It was also very chilly inside, as if still in the middle of winter. There was no fire in the hearth as if Queen Thora never bothered to ask a servant to put more k****e in it.
“Everything is gone.”
