Sibyl’s POVMy aunt said she would tell me about my mother, but I couldn't find her the next day."Nuri, do you know where my aunt is? and Manolo, I haven't seen him for days."Nuri stood behind me and took the comb from Amy's hand. As he combed my hair slowly, he answered me, "You are the first member of the witches to be queen. Dalena says she needs five days to pray to God. Manolo is helping her. On the day of our coronation, they will finish their prayers and come to our ceremony."I looked at myself and Nuri in the mirror and felt a little lost. "She hasn't told me who my mother is. I don't even know her name.""It doesn't matter. When you become queen, I will leave a big house for Dalena in the palace. If you miss her, we can invite her to stay in the palace more often.""Okay." I was still grieving the loss of Doyle, and the pregnancy had left me too weak to worry about anything else.Nuri looked at me in the mirror. "Our coronation is in five days. How do you feel?"I shook my
Sibyl’s POVWhen I was refused access to Dalena and Manolo for the third time, I knew it was not as simple as Nuri said.Instead of praying to God, they were locked up by Nuri."Your grace, I'm sorry, I can't let you in," said the soldier standing in front of me with a troubled look on his face. "Sir Rodriguez said no one should go near their room except himself. I'm sorry, I can't disobey his orders.""I just want to stand at the door and say a few words to my aunt. Is that forbidden too?" I looked at the young face of the soldier. He avoided my eyes and did not dare to look at me.I sighed. Well, he's just a soldier following orders. He doesn't have the authority to make any decisions. I don't have to put him on the spot.My heart tightened as I stood at the foot of the steps, looking at the dark corridor behind the soldiers and the tightly shut door.Nuri wouldn't let me see them, not even near their rooms.Despair slowly filled my heart. Since I saw that terrible dream yesterday,
Sibyl’s POVThe coronation took place as scheduled.I was woken up by Amy at first light. I yawned and sat half asleep in front of the dresser, letting the maids do my make-up."Your Grace, oh, no, Your Majesty, you look amazing today. You are now the envy of all women. His Majesty is not only a hero, but also very loyal to love. Now the nobles like to keep some concubines or lovers, but your husband only loves you. You are really a happy couple. I hear a lot of women are learning about your make-up and dressing and want to be loved as much as you are."The maid brushed my hair and flattered me. But I was in no mood to listen to what she said. I stared blankly at my face reflected in the bronze mirror without answering her.Sensing my low spirits, Amy motioned for the maid to stop talking and gently massaged my temples."Your Majesty, today's ceremony will last a long time. Please have some breakfast first."A maid, with a glass of milk in her hands, presented it respectfully to me.I
Sibyl’s POVAm I dead?I'm not sure. I feel as if I'm floating on an endless sea. It was dark, no lighthouse, no stars. I can't shout, I can't move.The memory slowly came back to me. I thought of my wedding, my aunt, my brother and my husband.I looked down at my hands. They were clean, but I still felt blood on them.I thrust the dagger into my husband's chest.My head began to hurt and I became very dizzy. A voice in my head screamed angrily: "He's your husband. Why did you do that? He loves you. He did so much for you. But you hurt him! You bad woman!""No! Don't say anymore!" I cried, clutching my ears and crouching on the ground in pain."Sis," a voice came to my ear."Sis," the voice sounded familiar."Doyle, is that you?" I stood up, turned around, and saw no one."Sis, don't cry." Doyle's voice sounded happy, as if he had never experienced any trouble."Where are you? Doyle, I miss you. Please let me see your face." My voice was pleading, broken.But there was only darkness,
Manolo’s POVAfter Dalena fed Sibyl a sleeping potion, Sibyl finally fell asleep."We need to talk." I stopped her as she was leaving.Dalena turned to Sibyl, who was lying on the bed. "Let's talk in the study," she said.The Chief Witch's study had a magical barrier. No one could get in without Dalena's permission, and no one could hear anything inside.Dalena leads me into a mushroom-shaped building. The Elf, who was making a magic potion in the room, saw Dalena and stopped what she was doing. She nodded to Dalena and flew out of the room.Now there were only two of US left, and the smell of the slightly fermented potion in the air."If you don't come to me, I'll come to you," Dalena said directly. "Our plans will never keep up with the changes.""At least we got Sibyl out of the capital. We just have to sort out the rest.""The rest?" Dalena smiled wryly, "Those are difficult questions. I don't know if Nuri is awake now. Sibyl stabbed him with a poisoned dagger, which shocked every
Nuri’s POVThe first person I saw when I woke up was Wayde."Your Majesty, you're awake at last. How are you feeling?"I frowned. I didn't like being treated like a patient. It made me feel weak."I'm fine." I sat up and got out of bed."Your Majesty, be careful!" Wayde grabbed my arm.I felt a sharp pain in my chest.I bowed my head. My chest was wrapped in a thick bandage, and there was blood on it.I remember now. My Queen, my wife, Sibyl, stabbed me in the chest with a dagger at the coronation.My chest heaved with anger and more blood flowed out."Call the doctor in," cried Wayde anxiously."No." I stopped him. The wound was not deep enough to threaten my life. I did not care about it. I could not wait to find out something more important.“Bring Sibyl here,” I remember Roth saying “Put her in jail”before I blacked out. Prison is a terrible place. She must have been terrified during the days I was in a coma. I wanted her to get out of that filthy place, but I didn't want Wayde to
Azariah’s POV"Take the chance." That's always been our motto in the Windsor family.My grandfather was nobody in the army when he was young, and though he had the name Windsor, he had to work every day as a guard at the royal hunting grounds. Every day, watching the nobles in luxury clothes walking around in front of him, he could only envy but be powerless.However, he never discouraged, but like a fox with shrewd eyes around, waiting for his opportunity. Finally, one night, the last king secretly took a minister's wife to the hunting tent. While they were moaning loudly, a tiger attacked their tent.The king's trousers were still piled at his ankles, and he cried out in alarm, dragging his mistress before him. My grandfather hid in the grass and killed the tiger with an arrow when it was about to pounce on them.The king and the woman were panting on the ground in panic. My grandfather tore a curtain from the tent and put it over the woman's face. He knelt on the ground and said to
Sibyl’s POV"How can she be the next chief witch when she's so thin?""Is she really the daughter of the witch Raven?""I hear she's married. Her husband is the new king, Nuri Rodriguez.""Really?"Everywhere I go these days, I hear young witches whispering.I was a stranger and an intruder to them. Although I am Raven's daughter, I don’t have superpowers, haven’t taken classes with witches, cannot make prophecies, don’t know how to make magic potions. In their eyes, I do not deserve to be a witch.I walked forward slowly. When they saw me, they scattered.I can only smile bitterly.After lying in bed for three days, I began to get out of the room to exercise. Dalena and Manolo took turns with me every day, explaining some magic to me and telling me the history of witches.I gradually became familiar with the life here, and my body is also slowly recovering.Looking around the lush magic plants and flying sprites, I thought: if only I was born here. I will have a different life, and d