MARIENNE
I spent the better part of the morning walking around my suite in the East Tower out of sheer force of habit.
I knew every nook and cranny, every pile of books, every cushion and candle. This was my domain, my sanctuary. Nobody was allowed inside without my express permission.
When Magnik had been alive, I wasn’t queen of much. But this space, right here in the tower... this was my tiny little kingdom. My small tower room where I worked my magic, far away from the prying eyes of the court.
Now, I knew what I needed to do.
I steeled my nerves and set about pulling various herbs off the shelves and rifling through my library until I found the small, leather-bound volume I sought, right at the top of one of my bookshelves.
In silver letters, the title read: Psychic Projection.
