Queen Lustia paced back and forth in Prince Xavier’s room, anxiety gnawing at her chest. Her thoughts were clouded with worry.
'What will King Magdon think if Prince Xavier asks him to find a witch to heal Rara?', she couldn’t stop wondering. The consequences of such an action—demanding help from the witches—could be disastrous.
She glanced at the pale girl lying motionless on the bed, her injuries still a mystery. How did she even get hurt?
From what they had investigated, Rara had never had a conflict with anyone, not in her entire life. Unless... Her thoughts drifted to that world. A cold shiver ran down Queen Lustia’s spine.
She had briefly considered reaching out to the fog fairies for help, hoping they could shed some light on Rara’s mysterious injury. But she quickly dismissed t
