Third Person P.O.V
The matriarch and Michael arrived in time inside the dining hall before either Draca or Violet could. Michael bowed down at the queen and went on his way to fetch his twin for dinner time. The old queen sat down at the head and lowered her head onto her knuckles on the table. She was tired but was still seething, remembering the images and all of the books, her grandson had shown her. All of the records his insanity had spent on working all those years had left her impressed yet worried.
