The bustle of the town was exciting to Elsa. She cheered as they entered with their horses. Wandering her eyes, she caught hold of those who were busy with ordinary things. Eh! How much she wished to wander with folks!“We will walk from here,” she heard Gabriel and saw him jump off the horse. Before she followed suit, Gabriel came to her horse.“I can,” Elsa muttered, knowing Gabriel came to help her, which was less needed.“Still, I want to, darling,” Gabriel teased with a smile while his hand made its way to hold her waist and helped her to get down.“I assume we are on a mission. Aren't we?” Elsa whispered when the man didn't let his hand move from her waist and looked at her with a sly gaze.“Maybe,” Gabriel said and kissed the tip of her small nose before resuming, “Let's take a stroll as a citizen.”Elsa nodded and looked around with a fluttered heart. No one knew them in town, and it was a great feeling. Gabriel hid his face with a black cloth, leaving his eyes because t

★★★ “Don’t be so surprised seeing me. It’s just your broken hand. You know I can do more with one strike,” Gabriel’s words were proud as he walked toward the man who was trying to move his other hand to use his wand. “Tsk! Let your heart breathe or I can take it out for more refined breathing,” mocked Gabriel as he pulled the man up with one hand while he disclosed his guise by removing the cloth from his face. “I did nothing. I am here to help you,” the man spurted hard as Gabriel choked him further. He turned pale because of lacking breath, but Gabriel was not convinced by his narration yet. “Help I rarely need, but I would give you a second to live. Let me hear what you have to get my mercy,” growled Gabriel as he released his neck. The man fell to the ground grasping for breath. “I lack time and patience. Open your mouth, you can breathe later,” mouthed Gabriel with a smile as he enjoyed the wizard’s condition. “The queen would be in grave danger in the coming days, my king,”

★★★★ “Milady, O god, Milady. How do you hurt yourself again? Why does trouble always surround you?" Johanna muttered in a worried tone, tying Elsa's hair in a bun. Rihana prepared a hot tub for Elsa's bath. The broken wrist would take care of after the bath, as Elsa asked. The old man in the restroom had been summoned again the very next day after his last treatment. “Have my parents come?” Elsa questioned before stepping into the water. Rihana, on the other hand, didn't want her to wet her wounded leg, but Elsa stubbornly refused her, telling her that the old sawbones would check the wound again if needed he would do something. So, there was nothing for them to worry about. “Yes, they came to visit you. But ser Gramson informed them you are out with his Majesty. And they left without further inquiring. Milady, pardon me, please. I was wondering if you've quarreled with your parents. They seemed distant and suspicious of the way they left as if they wanted to talk with you only and

★★★ “Milady... We-we,” Johana fumbled as her tongue stumbled hard to roll her words out. Her Lady's mischievous eyes made her nervous. Knowing that tonight they could not leave easily, she looked at Rihana, who had her head down. “Take your time. But I hope today you two will not disappoint me,” said Elsa with coated gentleness as she made sure her words had besieged them well. “I am a keeper. You can tell me without fear and hesitation,” professed Elsa as she looked down at her plate to eat as well as got her eyes off them. “We are white witches, milady,” Rihana responded with a sigh. They were not proud of it, and neither did they want to be. Elsa raised her eyes with no expression, but she never guessed that these two maidens were witches, nor did they ever show their magic. “Our parents once made a wrong move toward His Grace under the influence of black witches that cost their lives and we were children back then,” paused Johana, but the sadness was audible in her voice. Els

★★★ Late at night, Carl and his minister talked about the incident that happened on their way to this state. It was difficult to ignore the werewolves in Reverie. “I wondered if they were my enemies or the way it happened clearly shows that they came for the Vampire King. What do you think, Ser Harlod?” Carl said in a thoughtful tone and turned to his minister, who was patient with the question. To him, they were not Carl’s enemies. “I once heard that the vampire king is a famous target for angels. That’s why I believe it’s not unusual for werewolves to target him. If I’m not wrong, I think these werewolves are not from our kingdom or how could they didn’t get you? No werewolves can stand against you, my prince,” the minister had his thought clear in front of Carl after recalling the incident that had happened when Carl was six years old. His eyes got amazed at how dominant Carl’s wolf was. “They were hybrids, Ser Harlod. And I noticed a thin black mark on his shoulder that looked