In the castle, late at night, after all the wedding rituals had gone perfectly, the Queen sat in the dim glow of candlelight within the royal study—a room that once belonged to the late King and was now converted into her workspace. The late King Vidor was her first husband, so somewhere she refused to part with the king's room. However, the luxury of it did not make her the same amount of comfortable today.
The fire crackled in the hearth, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. Dandeline, the now infamous Ice Witch within a certain few Werewolves, stood across from her, arms folded, expression unreadable.
"You need to bring Selene back," the Queen said, voice firm but not without an edge of desperation. "My son needs her blood if he's to even look like a healthy king. You saw how the wedding went." Her new daughter-in-law Sylvie had raised many rumors today with what she had done, but the queen could not control that part, so she refused to rant about it.
