I walk around to the desk and take a seat, silently watching the witch. When Reginald enters, I wave my hand in the direction of the chairs for him to sit. He and Katrina sit down next to each other. Reginald slightly moves his chair away from her. I suppress the laughter. We don’t trust witches, obviously.
“Alright, Katrina. What is this promise that you speak of?” I ask.
“When you were just a toddler, I was summoned by your father.” She starts.
That surprises me but I keep my face neutral so that she’ll continue.
“The night of your coronation I am to give you this potion.” She holds up a bottle of purple liquid. “You need to drink this, in the next fifteen minutes, or it will be too late.”
I tilt my head in question. What is this? Does she really think that I am going to drink some
