Queen Isabella was having a blast.
Her enemy's wife was cursed by the witch and the Magic Tower was vulnerable.
She was able to befriend the witches and they secretly raised a witch army behind her husband's back and no one found out.
For her, it was a glorious day.
While drinking fancy southern tea with other noble ladies, she thought of Duke De la Pole.
She instantly frowned.
'That stupid mutt. He couldn't do anything and dared to disclose all the information.'
'It was a good thing that I didn't completely trust him and poisoned him with the witch's curse so that he would be unable to tell the truth, or else who knows what would…'
Boom!
Before she could finish her thoughts, the palace door flew, leaving dust everywhere.
The loud sound startled everyone in the garden.
The Palace maids and aristocratic ladies shrieked in fear.
