Queen Cassiopeia POV
Beauty. Skin as white as snow. Lips as red as blood. Eyes as green as young leaves. But her soul was as dark as hell's abyss.
This is my dream, to be at the top of the most beautiful women living in this country. I've worked all my life, poured all my heart into it, and almost lost my life just to acquire the book of Dark Magic. The book which gave me wisdom and made me clever in so many ways. It took me a lot of time to steal this from Diwali, the spirit of the Sacred Tree, that can be found in the Dark Forest. As of this moment, I know she is trying to find me and get the book back. I am glad I was able to master the magic used by malevolent witches. Diwali will never find me.
"Tell me, ugly frog. Do I need to devour more souls? Look at my wrinkles and dry skin.
