Ilaria sat in her personal study, behind the mahogany desk, watching the ink take shape of the words she wanted to write as the quill moved under the influence of her magic.
At this point, she had lost the will to do anything at all. However, she knew that she had duties and with the walls closing in on the kingdom from all sides, she wanted to be able to find a solution for their turmoil.
Her thoughts were filled with Drystan and Seraphina— the same as usual, it seemed.
She couldn't understand the bitterness that appeared in her heart everytime she was in the same room as Seraphina.
She thought that initially it was because Seraphina was a witch and she didn't trust her enough, but Ilaria was slowly starting to realize that she had been wrong.
Of course, she wasn't a fool, she c
