Istana POV
I feared going into my chamber. The figures I found lying by my side changed each time I opened my eyes, and each time they inflicted 'pain' onto my body, I found myself losing control.
"Your Highness, Lady Ashburn had sneaked into your room, waiting for you on your bed." My spy reported, whispering more words on the Crown Princess's candidates' movement.
"Get her out."
The lingering second for my spy to answer said enough. "The maids struggled to remove her. She came in with influence over the nobles and had threatened the maids and guards who stood in her way."
The pen in my hand shattered. Pain spread on my forehead, throbbing profusely, and I find myself releasing magic inside the room, freezing the air.
"Your Highness, I will use shadows to remove her-"
I put up
