The days passed quickly for the Necromancer and those around him with one exception. Hermina still had not met with the young betrothed woman, even after that night time conversation. She understood that it would be difficult for her to accept sharing the man she loved more than anything, but she knew that it would have been unavoidable anyways. He was the oldest Necromancer she'd ever heard of, and he was still in the prime of his life.
The days passed and, despite a few more offers from the future first queen, Hermina had not replied or responded. She managed the undead well for her love, attempting to use it to fill the time that she had available. But it never seemed enough, particularly in the minutes before she slept for the day. It was the night before the coronation that she finally got up the guts to finally talk to the young future queen.
She purposefully didn't bother letting her know that she was coming and just knocked on the front door of the house.
