"Hello, Siv." Queen Ylva greets. "It has been a while since we last saw each other." Siv can barely hear her over the buzzing in her ears. Ylva grabs her chin to take a closer look at the bleeding girl. "Did you overdo it, Vigga?"
"She only has three wounds, Your Majesty." Vigga answers quickly. The last thing she wants is to anger her aunt.
"Siv." Ylva calls before shaking her. Siv opens her eyes and sees the queen. For a second, she thinks she is hallucinating. But Ylva's touch feels real.
"Is it really you?"
"Of course it is. I am so glad that you came to us, you have saved us the time and effort to look for you." She looks back at Colby. "I was doubting that you would come to save your sorcerer, even though The Grand Mage said it would work. But here we are."
"Yes, here we are." Siv repeats. "So, what are you going to do now, Your Majesty?"
"I thought I would join the fun."
