The soft breeze on Chrystal’s mind had intensified since she entered the throne room. Only one person could be doing that. She pretended to notice nothing.
Before she left the stronghold, the blood-wise had given her two potions, which she had drunk immediately.
The first was a tonic to help her steel her mind, an additional shield. One that would appear to be implanted by a third party, which it was, should her story be dismantled.
If that happened, it would look like she, Chrystal, had been tricked, and things in her own mind were hidden from her – even though she was the one doing the hiding.
The second was a sterilization potion. For twelve moons, at the minimum, she would not be able to conceive. As a bonus, anyone who lay with her would fall violently ill.
The witch had assure
