When she opened her eyes again, they returned to their normal state, and she smiled knowingly.
It was in that moment of realization that it dawned on me... Damaris was a witch. The mystical energy that had just flowed through us, coupled with the enchanting quality of her gift, unveiled a side of her I hadn't anticipated.
The revelation added an intriguing layer to our interaction, leaving me with a mix of curiosity and wonder.
"Queen," the servant approached, catching my attention. Damaris gracefully stepped back, discreetly tucking the crystal into her pocket.
"Hello," I greeted the servant.
"The king is waiting for you in the main hall," he announced.
Glancing at Damaris, who still held an air of surprise about her, I hesitated. "You can go, Queen. You've already done everything
