Edwina
As I lay on the floor, hidden from view, I listened intently to the conversation unfolding below. The once heavily guarded palace now seemed eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had erupted just moments ago.
Downstairs, Damien lay naked and writhing in pain on the table, his groans echoing through the empty halls. The oldest witch among them approached him, her presence commanding respect and authority.
"Welcome back, my son," she greeted him warmly, her voice carrying a sense of reassurance. With practiced hands, she began to apply potions to his wounds, the soothing concoctions working their magic to ease his suffering.
Damien's eyes fluttered open, confusion etched across his face as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. "What happened?" he croaked, his
