The ballroom, as wide and expansive as it was felt cramped and small when filled with nobles and witches of every high status and size. There were no children, but from what Misa gathered, most families had attended the grand ball together. All the more fodder, she supposed. More likely than not, Nisha had convinced the royal council to invite as many nobles as possible.
Misa’s stomach turned. How the witch had so easily earned the council’s trust, she did not know, but that made her a terrifying opponent. One wrong move, and anyone Misa cared about would be in danger. She was sure Nisha had set up a trap that would imprison them just in case they conspired against her.
As Nisha had said, the chandeliers in the ballroom did not light, and all the witches were made to create s
