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The Red Witches

“You know, the girl grew up well.” Berilla tilted her head to Laylin listening attentively to witches and wizards and engaging them very conveniently. They must look like chicks flocking around her to the Princess. They were probably all lost about how startlingly similar she looked to the witch in the Book Of Oath.

“You should have seen her when she was in the Rakhbar Palace. She practically swung the King left and right by her mood swings and courtiers were frightened of her imposing stares.” Berila laughed, thinking of the young Princess's frightening temperament.

Esmer smiled. The young Princess really was such an alpha. Wherever she was, eyes would fall on her.

"Speaking of the King, is he with you?" Berilla bit her lip and asked nervously. The King had seen her as 'Marquis of Balijour' and probably had an inkling of what she did.

Esmer huffed. "He's around."

Berilla leaped up in agitation. "He doesn't know, does he?"

Esmer rolled her eyes. Her sister was asking if he knew
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