Vera was surprised and because of it, she did not speak immediately.
She simply stood there, her gaze fixed on the king, her thoughts moving far faster than the silence allowed. Of all the things she had expected when she was summoned to the throne chamber at this hour—This was not one of them.
A witch had dared to infiltrate Valkoron. Not just anywhere within the kingdom, not hidden in some distant province or lurking in the shadows of forgotten villages—but here. Within the walls of the royal palace itself.
For a moment, she said nothing. Her gaze lowered slightly, in contemplation, as though she were turning the matter over piece by piece in her mind, examining its edges for flaws.
It was audacious. No… more than that....It was dangerous.
