Heraleen sighed as she looked at the angel that was standing by the kingdom's door.
"Dear, kindly bring me some red wine please," she ordered the angel sweetly. The angel bowed to their supreme leader, then left her alone inside the room to get her the wine she requested.
The Almighty Seraphim walked to her throne then sat down. Her brows furrowed when she recalled the conversation that she and the Dominion Ivar had a few hours ago.
She tapped the side of her throne with her fingers, feeling uneasy. Knowing what was happening after a hundred of years since her son's banishment, she felt restless, not expecting that this would happen.
She didn't realize that the curse would soon be lifted if they took appropriate actions, however, it would mean differently for the girl.
Heraleen realized that fate can be really playful in the lives of both immortals and mortals.
