Marcia had met the King before. Many times but she was young back then. The King had been dealing with her parents and the other Elders during those times.
It would be the first time the King would be meeting with her and her companions. She doubted that the other witches had the pleasure of his company. After all, nothing happened in her congregation without her knowing about it.
"The pleasure is all ours," Marcia responded to the King's greetings as he joined them in this massive room.
He stood on his stage before his elegant throne, displaying his power and dominance over them as he had done for centuries. He never hid the fact about his desire to make everyone bow down to him, to acknowledge him as the King of kings.
But like the werewolves, the witches had no desire to be enslaved by such a cruel King. Besides, they would never acknowledge him as their King because witches never accepted that they were lesser than them or the werewolves.
